I woke up and for a moment didn’t recognise my surroundings. I felt disoriented, and it took me a few moments to realise where I was and what had been happening. In the early morning light, my mind began to recall some of the events of the last few weeks. How had we gone from a twenty-five-year marriage, apparently settled and happy, bringing up two lovely children, to this? Up to recently, the only issue with our marriage from my point of view was a lack of sex. In the last few weeks, I’d found out how my wife was capable of having passionate sex with other men in a way that she had never been with me. We’d finally done something different with sex, and it quite possibly had destroyed our marriage.
I felt a mixture of arousal, jealousy and loss. It was two weeks since Maggie had spent the night in a hotel in London with her black colleague, Michael. It was nearly two weeks since I had last seen Maggie. We had only communicated by text messages, and even then, there had not been many. I still didn’t even know if there was still a chance that she could be pregnant with Michael’s child.
Now I was staying away from home, living with the ‘other’ woman, someone I had enjoyed sex with when my wife had been with her first lover. Kat was a very good friend, as well as an incredibly attractive woman. Nearly as attractive to me as my wife. But not quite.
I heard someone coming into the bedroom. I started to sit up. As I lifted myself up, I felt a sharp headache. I remembered a late night with lots of wine. And Kat.
Kat was coming in with a drink, and I could see the steam coming from the cup she was holding.
“I thought you might need a strong coffee after last night.”
Kat put the cup on the nightstand by the bed and leaned down to give me a kiss. She was wearing a dressing gown that opened as she bent forward, giving me a view of the valley between her beautiful breasts.
I reached out to touch her arm.
“Thank you,” I said. “For everything,”
“It’s not a problem,” replied Kat, smiling. “In many ways, it’s nice having you here.”
“Is Sophie back yet?” I was careful about what we did or said when Kat’s daughter was around. I knew she was spending the night at a friend’s house.
“I’m collecting her after lunch.”
“What does she say about you having a different man in the house, having only recently got used to Simon?”
“I’ve been open with her. She likes Simon but she knows that I’ve been less close to him recently, and he hasn’t been staying over. She likes you. As long as I’m happy she seems to accept things.”
“What have you told her?”
“The truth: that you and Maggie are having a few difficulties at the moment, so you’re staying with me.”
“Doesn’t she want to know more about us?”
“We’ve spoken many times about how I might find a new partner. She is supportive. Whilst she likes you, she knows that Maggie is my friend too. So she is letting things take their course, and knows that if anything changes, I’ll let her know as soon as I can.”
“Well, since we still have the house to ourselves, you could join me in bed.”
Kat playfully pushed my hand away from her.
“We’ve agreed not to do that; at least you did agree before you had too much wine last night.”
“Well, maybe I’ve changed my mind, and now I want to.”
“And I want to do fun things with you again too, but not like this. Not when you and Maggie aren’t even speaking. Nothing agreed. Nothing resolved. I don’t want to catch you on the rebound, or as some sort of revenge fuck.”
“That’s not how I think about you, but I understand what you’re saying.”
Kat was looking more serious and spoke again.
“I’m going to meet up with Maggie later; we agreed to have a coffee together. Any message for her?”
“I have lots of messages for her, and they change all the time. I think of her with Michael, I think of everything she’s done. I wonder how many times she has been with him while I’ve been away. I wonder what she wants.”
“You are both going to have to talk at some point. I don’t want to be the go-between. You have to be able to talk about what you both want. And if you want to have a future together, you will have to talk openly about sex. You have to talk about what’s been wrong, and how you’re going to put it right.”
“Well, if she had told me about everything that she did with Michael, maybe I wouldn’t have left.”
“I’m not going to take sides, Paul. You know I think it goes back to how you both haven’t talked about sex enough and dealt with the issues. From what you’ve told me, that’s been an issue, at least for you, throughout almost all of your time together. Now Maggie has had an amazing adventure and tried to tell you everything, but maybe she was a little ashamed of what she did, of how she got too carried away. I’m sure it was really hard for someone like her to tell you as many details as she did. So she didn’t manage to tell you everything, but I’m sure that she was embarrassed about the photos she let Michael take. I don’t think there was much more to it than that.”
“You don’t know that. Maggie didn’t tell me the truth. How do I know that there wasn’t more?”
“Okay, you’re right, I don’t know that. It’s just my view, knowing her and knowing you. I’m not going to get involved unless you want me to. I’m just trying to help two friends who are both very special to me.”
I felt bad after all Kat had done. She had let me come and stay, which avoided me having to explain what was going on between Maggie and me with anyone else.
“I’m sorry, I don’t want to get you more involved than you already are. Maggie and I need to meet. Maybe now is the right time, if it’s not too late. Let her know I’ll call her later, if she’s okay with that.”
“I’ll see how it goes, but I think you should have spoken last weekend, so the sooner the better would be good. Drink your coffee. I’m going to get ready to go out. Take your time, the place is yours.”
Kat left me with my coffee.
I knew that Kat was right. Running away wasn’t going to solve anything and if I didn’t do something soon, I would have to start explaining things to our children and others. People would realise that I wasn’t living with Maggie. So far, only Simon knew that I had been sleeping at Kat’s place.
I thought about the last time I had seen Maggie.
I had been shocked to see a picture on her phone that was more explicit than she had ever allowed me to take. When she was pregnant with our first child, she had let me take a few pictures of her naked, and shy, to record the way her body had changed. Those pictures of her naked body still excited me years later, but they were nothing like the one I saw over her shoulder a couple of weeks ago. In that picture, she had been smiling openly at Michael as he took the picture, not shy, naked and alive with the afterglow of sex, her legs apart and her pussy open. Michael’s sperm was oozing from her pussy.
I knew that having only seen it briefly, I may have imagined some of the detail. And when I brought back the image in my mind, I always found it arousing.
When Maggie had put the phone down to hide the picture and told me it was nothing, I had walked out of the room. I couldn’t speak. At the time I got angrier as I sat on my own in our bedroom.
After she had claimed to have told me everything that happened the day before, it had become clear that she was still communicating with Michael. They were still sending each other secret messages. And there were photographs he had taken of her which showed that more had happened than she had admitted.
Maggie had tried to talk with me, but at the time I felt I couldn’t listen anymore. I had left the house and driven around for much of the day. When Kat contacted me to ask me how things were, I told her that I had left Maggie. She suggested I come to her. I later found out that Maggie had contacted Kat to see if I was with her. She encouraged Kat to make contact with me, to see if she could help.
Since that Sunday, I had stayed with Kat. I collected some clothes the next morning when Maggie was at school. We got on with our working week, with just a few messages between us. I told Maggie I needed some time away to digest what had happened. She seemed to accept that.
When the weekend came, I think we all thought we would try and talk, but it never happened. I didn’t suggest it, and Maggie left me alone. I assumed that was because she had made plans with Michael. Maybe she thought that I was having too much fun with Kat.
I had sent Maggie a message to confirm that I had got myself tested for any STI. When I went to a private clinic in London, they had asked me about my sexual activity. Had I been with a sex worker? I decided that the many years since Kat had been one meant I could answer ‘no’. At least I hadn’t paid for sex. I hadn’t had sex with someone from a high-risk country or someone who had been tested positive. The nurse concluded that I was very low-risk and within an hour had confirmed I was clear.
It was a couple more days before Maggie messaged me to let me know that she had tested negative but she would get a further test in a few weeks. More recently, she thought to let me know that Michael had tested negative. I wondered if he could be trusted to tell her the truth, but when I mentioned this to Kat, she told me that I had to remember the Maggie I knew. The Maggie I knew was always sensible about protecting her family and could be trusted. She wouldn’t have told me about Michael’s test unless she was sure.
I thought about how she hadn’t been very sensible when she had been with Michael after the awards dinner.
Maggie didn’t tell me whether or not she had got the morning-after pill, or whether she now had been able to confirm that she wasn’t pregnant. I didn’t ask. I didn’t mention it to Kat, since she would just tell me that this was the sort of thing I should be able to talk with Maggie about. And she would be right.
I didn’t want to lose Maggie. I didn’t want to throw away our marriage. I considered asking Maggie if we could just stop now and end involving anyone else in our sex life. I thought she would agree to this. However, I wondered how much more she had done with Michael since I had been away. Would she ever be happy to just have me, when she had done so much more with others?
There was something else, which I struggled to admit, even to myself. I felt that I was due more fun. I’m sure Kat would tell Maggie the truth about my time staying in her house. Apart from some drunken kissing on the sofa last night, we had not had sex or any more intimate time together. I had slept in the spare bedroom. Both Kat and I had agreed that until I had spoken with Maggie and we had some sort of agreement about what was happening, it wasn’t right for me and Kat to sleep together. Kat also didn’t want this to happen while her daughter was around. I accepted that this was fair enough.
As much as I could reach any conclusion, I knew that I wanted to have the chance for more fun, so at least I could feel that things were more even between Maggie and myself. Maggie had agreed to this before we had separated. It was unfinished business. But how would we reach an agreement? And did Maggie even want to get back together?
I took my time getting up, showering and getting dressed. I went to buy a Saturday paper. I remembered that part of the weekend ritual for Maggie and me was to go through the papers together, to share the puzzles, and talk about our favourite articles. I missed that. I wanted to have that time with Maggie again.
I was alone at the house for some time, and I felt at a loose end. I wanted to try and put things right with Maggie. I thought again about everything, and I knew that if I wanted to find a way forward I needed to talk with Maggie. Before it was too late.
Kat returned with Sophie early in the afternoon. I was pretty desperate to speak with Kat and find out what she and Maggie had talked about, but it was difficult to get some time without Sophie around until later. Then Maggie sent me a message and suggested that I come home and talk. I showed Kat the message, who told me to go and see my wife and sort things out.
So that evening I arrived back home to find the house filled with the smell of a meal cooking. There was a moment of awkwardness when I first came into the house, but moments later we were embracing each other. Then the tears came.
It took a while to do anything, but eventually, Maggie suggested we move to the dining room where she had laid the table and had a bottle of wine waiting.
We talked, hesitantly at first. Feeling our way as if we were teenagers on a first date. Maggie told me that she had been focussing on work, although last weekend was difficult. She thought that I wanted space on my own, and so she had decided to avoid contacting me first. She said it had been difficult. She had feared that I would be getting closer to Kat. It seemed that Kat had reassured her when they met that morning that this was not the case.
Maggie was surprised that Kat and I hadn’t had sex at all while I had stayed there. She said that she would have accepted it and it some ways it made her feel worse that she had enjoyed so much more time with Simon and then Michael than I had with Kat or anyone else.
I asked her if she had been spending time with Michael outside of work over the last two weeks. She said that nothing more had happened. Apart from anything else, Maggie had said that she needed to see Michael’s test results. He had taken a while to organise his test.
I asked if she had suggested that once he had his tests, they might do more together. She said that he might have hoped or even assumed that would be the case, but she just wanted him to be tested. She had no intention of doing anything with anyone. Possibly ever again, but certainly not until she and I had discussed our future together.
I had to ask her about the photograph on her phone which had triggered my anger, and led to me walking out. I wanted it all to be alright, but Maggie had not been completely honest with me.
She explained that she felt that she had almost become a different woman that night with Michael. She had gone much further than she had with Simon. She couldn’t exactly explain why she had lowered her inhibitions so much. Drink played a part, as it had with all her ‘adventures’. The excitement of winning the award at the dinner had helped lower her resistance and want more adventures. Michael was younger and she felt flattered that he genuinely seemed to find her very attractive, and that he desired her so much. That evening she didn’t feel shy with him.
She also enjoyed the freedom of not being seen as Maggie, the good mother, wife and teacher. For the first time in her life, even counting the times before she met me, she wanted to spread her wings and explore what it was like to be like some of the friends she had at university and some others she had met since. She always valued our stable marriage, but she also was curious about other relationships. I seemed to encourage her, and she wanted to grab the opportunity while it was available.
Despite feeling embarrassed and awkward about what she had done, which she knew went further than I would have ever expected, she had been determined to tell me everything. She was convinced that I would be upset with her, although she remained sure that she had to tell me everything so that we could move on.
She was so relieved when she had managed to tell me as much as she had in such intimate detail, that she had genuinely forgotten about the other couple of even more explicit photos Michael had taken in the middle of the night. The ones he had taken after one of their sessions, when she was naked, and open for him. When he sent them to her just before he was deleting them, it brought it back to her and she found herself just staring at herself in amazement.
She hadn’t heard me coming into the room and when I had surprised her, she didn’t know what to say.
I left before she had managed to explain, and she got very upset. She had tried so hard to come back and be strong, and she ran out of explanations. She thought it would be best to give me time to digest what had happened. She didn’t expect me to stay away so long, and for a while, she just felt ashamed. Kat had helped her, and told her that she was convinced that I still loved her, and we could get over what had happened if we both wanted to.
I wanted to believe Maggie but I was still hesitant. I thought that she had seemed happy to recall the photographs.
She said that she was shocked to be reminded of them. But, it had reminded her of how far outside her normal comfort zone she had been. And she was in some ways proud of that. Although she didn’t want any photographs of her, naked with her legs wide open, to exist.
I asked her if she would show me all the photographs so I could see everything, but she said that as agreed, both Michael and she had deleted them all. I would never see the photograph to check whether the image in my mind matched the reality.
I shouldn’t have been surprised that the pictures were gone. I asked how Maggie could be sure that Michael had really deleted them. She believed Michael and felt she knew him and how honest he was from her time working with him. I feared that she was just too trusting.
I realised that arguing the point was not going to get us anywhere. Maggie regretted not telling me everything and feared that I couldn’t get over how far she had gone with Michael. I felt I could get over it, if I could be sure that my relationship with her was still special and would never be challenged by Michael. It seemed clear to me that he hadn’t given up hope of having sex with my wife again.
Maggie smiled as she suggested that she could build up the courage to pose for the photos again with Michael if that would help me. She was teasing me. I suggested that maybe we could create our own photo record. She didn’t immediately dismiss the idea. I made a mental note to explore this when the moment was right.
We started talking about our recent adventures and laughing over some of what happened. We wondered what most of our friends and families would say if they knew what we had been doing. We agreed that most wouldn’t even believe us. As we talked, ate and drank wine together, the awkwardness between us receded. We were a couple again, and I wanted to be back with Maggie so much.
We agreed that I would stay that night and we would both go and collect my stuff from Kat’s the next day. It felt so nice to be back with the woman I loved.
There were still outstanding issues. Thinking of Michael reminded me that there was one potentially major elephant in the room. I felt I had to ask Maggie outright.
“Are you pregnant? You never told me.”
“I said I would sort it; you didn’t need to worry. I wouldn’t be pregnant and not have said anything. I spent quite a bit of time online checking and decided that there was little chance I was pregnant. After a couple of days, I knew for certain. I know I could have gone to a pharmacy, and if things had worked out different, it would be a very different conversation. I was irresponsible and I behaved like an inexperienced teenager. I’m sorry to have worried you.”
I asked Maggie if this meant the end of our sexual adventures with others. Did she think we had now seen enough of both the upside and the risks to our relationship? Was now the right time to agree to just stick with each other from now on?
Her answer surprised me.
“I’m not sure if now is quite the right time for you. I would prefer it if we didn’t completely close the door to something happening again in the future, but I don’t want to do it if it means going through again what we have over the last couple of weeks. I know that you were hoping for more fun with Kat or maybe someone else. I’m not sure that you won’t always resent the fact that you never had the same opportunity as I did. I don’t want you to feel you missed out.”
“Are you telling me that you want me to have sex with others?”
“No, but I know you. Are you ready to move on yet? I thought you and Kat would have spent at least a couple of nights together. But you didn’t. I know you would have wanted to. Sometimes you seem to like to put yourself in the position of victim.”
“That’s hardly fair. Don’t make me bring up what you did again. I think I was justified to feel the way that I did.”
“I’m not arguing with you, it’s not the point I’m making. I want you to have your fun as well. If you don’t, I might always feel that I have gained and you lost out.”
“I was hoping to benefit from some of your experience when we are together in bed.”
“You will, I’m sure of that. I’m just not sure that will be enough for you and therefore, for me.”
“Shall I go back and see Kat? As long as we’re back together, I think she might be up for some fun.”
As I spoke, I realised that I might be sounding a little too enthusiastic! If Maggie thought that, she didn’t show it as she carried on explaining.
“Not right now. But maybe sometime soon. I want you to think of what you want to do. What will make you feel that we’re even? Be honest with me. And yourself. Then we can discuss it”
I thought of what Maggie had said. It wasn’t what I expected, but she knew me well. I did have an irritating habit of making myself the victim. And I did feel that I missed out.
Maggie spoke again as I continued thinking of the possibilities.
“Let’s not rush to decide anything. We have time. Let’s enjoy each other’s company.”
We didn’t stay up late. Maggie admitted that she hadn’t been sleeping well and she did start to look very tired.
When we went to bed, we were a bit like shy new lovers again. I was in bed first and started to read a chapter in my book. When Maggie came to join me, she slipped off her dressing gown and was wearing only a pair of brief panties. She slipped into bed next to me and kissed my neck gently. It was nice that it wasn’t me taking the initiative. I could just relax and enjoy.
Maggie took off my pants under the covers, and then reached to a drawer by the bed and felt inside and pulled out a packet of condoms. She positioned herself on top of me, before taking a condom out of the box and putting the packet between her teeth and ripped it open. She took out the condom and slid down my body taking the covers off as she went so that she could see to put it on my erect cock.
She had never put one on me before, and so I doubted she had ever done it at all. She tried to put it on, but she couldn’t manage to do it. She took a while fiddling around. In the end, I took it from her, although the moment was lost and my cock was fast becoming soft and I struggled to put it on.
Maggie looked up me and frowned.
“Sorry.”
I smiled at her, and wanted to reassure her. I really appreciated the effort that she was making and I didn’t want to make her feel embarrassed. Although I wondered at her sex education!
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’ll get another one, once I’ve got back in the zone. I assume we need to use one.”
“I’ve been checking my safe period very carefully, after what happened in London. I’m afraid we’re a couple of days too late, and I don’t want to take any risks.”
“I know, but maybe it wouldn’t be that terrible if you were pregnant.”
“I’m glad the thought excited you; I admit it excited me a bit too. But if we were going to consider it, it’s not going to be an instant decision made late at night.”
“It’s nice to be back and have you next to me. Maybe we can just cuddle for a while?”
“I’d like that, but I will make sure we enjoy sex more in future. We have many years ahead.”
So we pulled the covers back over ourselves and hugged. After a while, Maggie’s breathing changed as she fell asleep. It felt good to have her nearly naked and next to me again, even though I would have liked to have had sex.
My mind was still active, and I went over some of the good and bad times of the last few weeks.
I felt guiltily pleased that Maggie was still keen for me to have at least one further adventure. I wanted to have sex with Kat again, but there was something in the back of my mind. I wanted to have sex with someone different.
Maggie had enjoyed two new lovers, and I wanted to match that. I had been thinking of Debbie. I liked her and hadn’t thought of sex with her until the day of the rugby tournament. She had flirted with me a few times, but then she flirted with everyone. She was a lovely person, although not really my type. I couldn’t say why, since I valued her friendship. Maybe I didn’t want to risk that. I also didn’t like the idea of doing anything while she and Dave were going through a few problems.
I was thinking of something more exciting. I didn’t want to risk anything with work colleagues. Michael was far too close to Maggie, and I’m sure that would be causing issues. I knew it was far too risky for me, and whilst Maggie could be single-minded if tempted (or at least always used to be), I knew I might find it harder to keep seeing someone in the office who I’d had sex with.
A germ of an idea had been forming for a few days, and after the conversation with Maggie today, and in the dark, while she slept next to me, it started to form into a plan. My mind went back to a couple of months ago, before this episode of our life had started.
Both our children had left home and, although our daughter was still at university, she had made it clear that she was going to move on and be independent as soon as she graduated. We decided to tackle the boxes of old stuff we had in the loft and around the house. We were trying to tackle part of a room or even just a box a week, and we had managed a few trips to charity shops and the recycling centre. Some stuff hadn’t been looked at since we moved in together just before we got married, nearly twenty-six years ago.
I had come across some old letters and cards from my first love, Elaine, when I was seventeen. I had forgotten I even had the letters. I found song words we had written out for each other. I had some of the letters I had written to her, since we had split up and reunited at least once during this time, and at one time she had returned everything back to me that I had sent to her. The words between us had a passion which brought the feelings I had at the time flooding back.
During the first few weeks when she went to university, she wrote frequently and expressed her love for me. She said that we would stay together despite the distance between us. I came to stay with her at university and I remember that we hadn’t slept at all one night, having sex many times in many ways.
However, as often happens, within a couple of months she had found someone else, and I was devastated. We met a while later, when she was in town to link up with a mutual friend. She had dropped out of university without graduating and was planning to marry the other guy. The meeting was tense and we never spoke or had any contact again. Although I’m sure I would never have been as happy with her as I was with Maggie, I had smiled as I read her letters for the first time in around thirty years. Young love can be fierce and incredibly exciting.
I had become curious as to what happened to Elaine and after a short while searching my friends’ friends on Facebook, I came across her. From what I could see from her public information, she looked like she was prosperous, had at least one son who was at university, but was single. She was living around eighty miles from our home. Her photo suggested carefully prepared hair, immaculate make-up, but she still had the look of the girl with whom I had lost my virginity.
I had considered making contact for a while. At first, I thought it was too risky to do so without talking to Maggie. But if I mentioned it, I thought that Maggie would just question my motives. Is it ever a good idea to contact an old girlfriend? I was happily married and I knew that we couldn’t relive the past, even if she would have any desire to do so, which given the way we parted, apart from the number of years, was unlikely. However, the thought had lingered.
I remembered how the apparently prim and proper Elaine was not as innocent as she seemed. We had tried most things I knew about at the time, although when I think about it, Elaine had probably taught me about most of the things we did. Although she was my first sexual partner, I was pretty sure I was not hers. We never discussed her former partners.
Eventually, I had sent her a private message. I simply said, Hello stranger!
The reply took a few days and I decided that she didn’t want any further contact. I had almost forgotten, when I noticed that I had a reply on my phone. I opened it when I was with Maggie, but I quickly closed the message and left it until I was on my own. I studied what she had written.
Hi Paul. What a lovely surprise. How are you? Your public FB profile tells me hardly anything, although your picture suggests that you’ve aged very well! What are you up to? Where are you living? Ex.
I replied quickly. I told her that I lived around a couple of hours away, that I had two children, and told her a little about my work. I couldn’t remember her husband’s name, but I asked her how long she had been single. I told her that I had looked for her profile after I came across some letters from our time together. I wondered if she would be reluctant to tell me too much.
This time, Elaine replied within an hour. She told me that she had been married twice; the first time lasted only a couple of years. However, she married again and that lasted longer and produced her son, who she said was everything to her. She said that now she was single, and used to disappointments. She couldn’t see herself marrying again. She had spent a few years living in France but was now back in the country. She asked me about my family. She asked me if she should be worried that I had held on to the letters all this time.
At the time, I was tempted to lie, but I really didn’t want to mislead anyone, and I wasn’t looking for an affair, however frustrated I was with my sex life. So I controlled myself.
I said that I was happily married. I had forgotten that I still had the letters before I came across them.
Her reply followed quickly:
That’s a shame. It would be nice to meet sometime. Let me know if you’re ever my way.
I wasn’t sure what exactly she thought was a shame, but I decided not to pursue this.
After what had happened with Maggie since that exchange of messages, things were different now, and I felt I had effectively been given approval to try and find another sexual partner. Maybe it was a long shot, but I decided that I wanted to at least give it a try. Elaine had sounded interested.
As Maggie slept beside me, I logged onto to Facebook on my phone, and in the early hours of Sunday morning, I sent a private message to Elaine: Sorry not to have replied before now. I’ve had a lot going on. I will be over your way sometime over the next few weeks. Are you still able to meet up? I can be pretty flexible about which day and time. Px
I settled back into bed and fell into a sleep, dreaming of wild sex in a university Hall of Residence.
When I awoke, I checked my phone but there was no reply.
I was still aroused as thoughts of my short time with Elaine came flooding back. She had gone on the pill, behind the back of her strict Catholic parents, so that we could have sex without a condom. We took full advantage.
I moved closer to Maggie, who still seemed to be sleeping facing away from me. I moved closer so I could press myself against her. She was still wearing only her brief panties.
Previously, I’d always build up to sex slowly. I would spend a long time touching and stroking my wife, ensuring she was aroused before getting close to penetrating her. Most times when I did this, she would be too sensitive and would resist my approaches. I would then back off, disappointed and frustrated.
This time the combination of the events of the last few weeks, and my thoughts about nights with Elaine years ago made me want her now. After what had happened with Simon and Michael, I thought that maybe I could be a little more forceful and have sex with her because I wanted it, and she would respond like she did with her other lovers.
I was becoming consumed by desire, and I reached for the condoms in the drawer next to the bed. I unwrapped one and put it on before firmly pulling Maggie’s panties down and off her, and positioning my cock so that I could enter her from behind. I moved my hands around Maggie’s body so that I was holding her breasts, one in each hand. I hesitated for a moment, suddenly worried that I might be about to have sex with my wife without her consent. Despite everything she had done over the last few weeks with Simon and Michael, she and I had never had anything that could remotely be called rough sex.
At that moment, Maggie stirred and put a hand behind her and on my hip, and pulled me towards her. I needed no second bidding. I entered her and, although she felt tight, I realised that she was already wet inside from excitement as she pushed herself back onto my cock. It felt different for me, like nothing I had ever done with her before. I was surprised how wet inside she felt. She normally needed a long period of foreplay before I could enter her.
I started to pump in and out of her with increasing speed. I could feel her moving with me as she started giving out moans with each thrust. I didn’t want to stop. I would normally go slowly so that I could check whether Maggie was enjoying what I was doing and coming towards a climax. I would want to vary my pace to try to make sure that she was getting pleasure.
However, this time I just carried on. Her moans got louder, and I got more excited. I moved my hands to hold her shoulders so that I could get more leverage as I pushed myself into her. I felt myself nearing my climax, and I carried on until I gave one final hard push into her and held her with my cock inside her. I filled the condom as I came hard.
I carried on holding Maggie firmly as my cock was pumping until it stopped. I let go and she relaxed forward, and I withdrew from her. I waited to see what she did. She stayed lying facing away from me, but half turned her head and spoke.
“Well, good morning. That was different.”
I was worried she was upset, and I wanted to know how she felt.
“Do you mind? I thought this was more like you are used to with Simon and Michael.”
Her reply sounded friendly but non-committal.
“It was fine.”
For the first time in all our years together, I had just practically forced myself on my sleeping wife. I hadn’t checked that she was ready for me. I had simply fucked her for my pleasure. It was quick and one-sided. All she said was, “It was fine.” I couldn’t leave it there.
“Did you like it? Or hate it? Is that how you prefer it? Don’t you mind that you didn’t climax as well?”
Maggie turned around so that she faced me.
“I mean, it’s fine. It felt different, and I don’t want you to wake me up every day like that. But I’ve learned that there’s a part of me that likes to submit to a man, as long as I can trust him. And there’s no-one I trust more than you. So stop worrying, and let’s just see how things go.”
I was relieved, and pleased. It seemed that we were still able to explore new experiences as a couple. The thought struck me that it might be best if we tried to avoid involving anyone else in our sex lives. Perhaps from now on, my sex life with Maggie could be enough.
Maggie kissed me and got out of bed to go to the bathroom.
Whilst she was out of the room, my phone buzzed. There was a message from Elaine.
Hi Paul, I thought you had forgotten me again! I’d still love to meet. The next couple of weeks are difficult – my son is around, but the week after will be fine. If you can be around one evening we can have a meal together. I can recommend a place, or I’d be happy to cook for you. Any day except Monday. Any good for you? 😉 Ex.
Elaine sounded enthusiastic. And she didn’t seem to worry that I had said that I was happily married. Or maybe that had made her more ready to meet up because she didn’t think I would try anything. I guess the only way to find out was to see her.
I was considering how to reply when Maggie came back from the bedroom, still naked. She came straight back into bed and moved her body up against mine, reached down between our bodies and took my cock in her hand.
The delight I felt at her taking the initiative, along with the excitement that I would be meeting up with Elaine again, made it easy for my cock to become hard again.
Maggie kissed me softly on the lips, and then moved herself down my body, kissing my chest while keeping hold of my stiffening cock. She carried on moving down and I felt her soft lips on my stomach. Although it was not the first time, this was still a very new sensation, since it never happened during the first twenty-five years of our relationship. I hoped she would continue moving down. I half expected her to stop.
She hesitated just below my stomach, and I could hardly breathe. She released my cock, and her hands moved up my body stretching towards my head. Then she moved down a little and I could feel her breath on my now fully erect member. And seconds later her soft lips kissed its head, and I felt her tongue on its small hole.
My whole body shuddered. Then I looked down to see Maggie’s mouth open, as she wrapped her lips around me and it took tremendous control not to come straight away. This felt so new. It was something Maggie had always resisted until that night when our friend Simon had been the first person to do this with her.
The image of Maggie with Simon’s cock in her mouth flashed before me, and then I thought of the possibility of doing something similar with Elaine. Without warning, I came as Maggie started taking me further into her mouth. She choked a little as I started to come in her mouth. But she didn’t pull away. She just brought her hand down to hold me and control where I came.
As I finished, she moved her mouth away and I could see that she had my come in her mouth and across her face. I was embarrassed at what I had done to my wife. I felt I should have warned her. I expected her to be at least a little disgusted.
She looked at me, and didn’t try and spit my sperm out or wipe her face. She smiled up at me and spoke.
“Wow, that was fast. I didn’t think I was that good. I’ll have to work at pacing myself.”
It sounded strange, as she spoke with her mouth still with my sperm in it.
“I guess it is still just so exciting to have you do that to me. It’s still such a new thing. I’m sorry, I should have lasted longer, or at least warned you.”
I didn’t mention how I was imagining her with someone else, or that I was thinking of Elaine.
Maggie replied, still without wiping her face and as she spoke she seemed to swallow my come without showing any concern.
“It’s fine, I hope it makes up a little for what I did when I was away.”
It seemed like an opportunity to raise my ideas on my adventure, although I tried to sound as casual as possible.
“I was thinking about what we talked about. About maybe me seeing someone else.”
Maggie came up the bed and put her arm across my chest. She spoke quietly and seriously.
“What do you want to do?”
“If I wanted to see a new person, would you really mind?”
“It might depend. I want you to be happy, but I don’t want you going off and falling in love with someone else. Who do you have in mind?”
“Just an old friend, who I came across a while ago. It might not lead to anything more than a couple of drinks, but there’s a possibility it might. Would you mind if I met her?”
Maggie’s reply reflected her suspicion.
“Who is she? How do you know her?”
This put me in a dilemma. I thought the full truth might trigger objections from Maggie, and I really wanted to at least meet up with Elaine, just to see if there was a possibility of doing more with her. I didn’t want to lie, so I was a little selective.
“She’s an old friend of my college friend, Barry. He mentioned that she was happily single and recently included me in a chat about mutual friends who we all knew. She asked about me, since she had been living abroad, and had recently returned. She suggested we meet up, but Barry has been slow to try and fix a date. I thought I could go on a kind of date with her. It might be fun. But, she was never my type, really.”
This was all partially true. Even that she wasn’t my type, which didn’t mean we couldn’t have a lot of fun together back before I was married.
Maggie didn’t sound convinced, but she didn’t object.
“I guess if that’s what you want, you could at least meet up. Up to recently, you would have done so, and we wouldn’t necessarily even have discussed it if you were away on business. As long as you don’t do anything more intimate behind my back.”
“I think one thing we have both agreed is that this only works when we are open together.”
Maggie seemed satisfied to leave it at that, and I said that I would let her know when I had arranged something.
Maggie got up again to take a shower, and by the time she had finished, Elaine and I had set up a meeting one evening in just over a couple of weeks’ time. I said that I would come to her place. She asked if I wanted to stay over, since she had a spare bedroom. I thought it best to leave it open, and I booked myself a room at a local hotel.
I told Maggie about the arrangement that evening. I didn’t want to have to explain too much how we had managed to fix an evening date so soon after we had been discussing it. I told her that we had agreed to a meal together and that I had booked a hotel, although Elaine had offered to let me stay in her spare room. Maggie seemed happy with the arrangement, but she did tell me that she would want to know everything.
We had sex again on Sunday night. It was gentle and loving, although in the middle of the night, Maggie did get up to put on a pair of pyjamas. Old habits die hard, but I could reflect on the fact that we were back together, our sex life seemed to have been restarted and I did believe that Maggie still loved me. I even had the bonus of the future meeting with Elaine and what that might bring.
I was working away on Monday and Tuesday and over dinner on Wednesday night, Maggie told me that Michael had got a permanent job offer nearer to where he was brought up, a couple of hundred miles away. His position in my wife’s school was always temporary and was part of his teaching practice. Therefore, he could leave quickly. It had been agreed that he would leave in two weeks’ time.
I sensed Maggie was a little upset as she told me this. I asked her how she felt about it.
“I knew it was liable to happen at some point, and after all the publicity of winning the award, Michael could have his pick of jobs. Moving away might be best for us all, but I didn’t expect it to happen so quickly.”
“Are you going to organise a leaving event for him?” I asked. I was relieved that Maggie wasn’t going to be working with Michael for much longer, because it was clear that he still would jump at any chance to spend more time with her. However, I did feel a little sorry for her that it was going to happen so quickly.
“The school will do something on the Friday he leaves. Probably just lunch or something after school.”
“That should be nice,” I replied.
There was a silence that became awkward. Maggie didn’t look at me.
I thought I should ask outright.
“Do you want to arrange something else for him before he goes?”
I purposefully left the question a little ambiguous.
“He has asked me if he and I could have dinner before he leaves.”
“What did you say?”
“I said I would ask you.”
