Life seemed almost perfect. Here I was in a beautiful marriage, bringing up 2 lovely children, financially secure, and deeply in love with my hard working hubby Gary. Everything in the garden was rosy.
I remember the first time Gary mentioned it to me. I was 34. The children were sound asleep, and we were making love in our bedroom. I was close to a cum, and Gary whispered, ” I’d love you to do this with another guy.” It took me a while to understand, but I cleared it from my mind, and some time later I exploded into a lovely cum.
From that night on, every time we got it together, Gary would keep on about the same thing. “Would you like another guy to do this to you Jill?”, or, “Have you got anybody in mind Jill?” “Are you working on it Jill?”
I didn’t want anybody else but my hubby. He was good in bed, and I loved him to bits. But after a while I told him lies – “Yes I’ve got somebody in mind , I’m working on it. give me time.” But in truth, I didn’t look elsewhere at all.
That was all to change a few months later, however. I had a good mate at work called Janet. She was separated from her husband, and used to like to go out dancing. So we started going to a club together every Friday night. As far as I was concerned it was all very innocent, but Janet used to pick up a guy and exchange phone numbers nearly every week.
Then one Friday night, it happened. I got chatted up by a real hunk called Tony. We had a bit of a grope, I felt his prick hard against me while we danced, and I gave him my phone number.
Tony rang me the next evening, and we fixed up a date. Of course, I was honest with Gary, after all that was what he wanted wasn’t it? Tony picked me up in his car, and took me to the cinema. and dropped me back home. Tony had been a perfect gentleman, and there was nothing to tell Gary about apart from a goodnight kiss. But, we had fixed up another date for the next night.
I could hardly wait for the next night to come. Gary watched as I got ready. He never said a word as I put on my sexiest black bra and panties, suspenders and stockings, and the highest heels I possessed.. I also wore a black blouse and black, tight fitting skirt
Tony picked me up not far from my house. This time, he took me to a pub, and then back to his place. We talked for a long time, mostly about music, and we sat on the floor together looking at albums etc.
Then the inevitable happened. We had a long passionate kiss. His tongue was great and I quickly became aroused. I was a married lady, who had never been unfaithful to my husband,but it didn’t feel wrong at all. I let Tony strip me, first my blouse and bra, and then I undid the zip on my skirt for him,and wriggled out of it.
In those days, I was just a size ten, and Tony paid me lots of compliments as I lay on his floor in just panties, suspenders, and black stockings. He licked and sucked my nipples, and I was loving it. The first time anybody but my hubby had touched me. When he stripped, I saw he had a real hard on, and because it was a little bigger than Gary’s, and also because it was uncircumcised, (Gary is), I really wanted to go the whole way.
And we did, but slowly, slowly. Tony was an expert with his tongue, and he sent ripples of pleasure down my spine as he started bringing me towards a cum. He was very good, and he had a condom, so we had wonderful sex together. About ten minutes on his rug. He came, I came, and yes I had done it. And it was good. And I wanted more!
When I got home that night, I found I was very descriptive when telling my Gary. He was so turned on by it, and although I was just about spent, we made love very quickly afterwards.
I went back to Tony’s place the next night. This time we explored each other’s bodies further, tried four different positions. He licked me long and often where it mattered, and I gave him a blow job. It was superb.
For the next three months, we saw each other once or twice a week. It was just for the sex. I still loved my hubby, and there was no way I was going to leave him. The sex got better and better, I dressed more and more sexily, and I have to say it made me feel pretty good and self confident.
Now, I don’t know whether a woman gives off some sort of signal in such circumstances, but I noticed I was getting a fair bit of interest from men that I worked with. I was working for the ambulance service, so it was a predominantly male work place, and I had to wear the uniform, even though I only worked in the office.
I knew by this time that a lot of men get turned on by women in uniform, so I suppose I wasn’t surprised that I got chatted up a bit.
One day, one of the guys was having a leaving do, so we all went to the pub across the road to give him a good send off. We were nearly all in uniform. A colleague called Graham started chatting, and casually asked if I was going to his evening do at another pub the other side of town. I knew nothing of it, but thought it would be good to give the guy a good send off.
So when I got home, I told Gary what was going on, and he watched as I got ready. I put sexy undies on, hold ups, a pleated white skirt a few inches above the knee, a pink blouse, and pink high heels. Now these guys at the pub had only ever seen me in my uniform, so I looked a lot different. Gary drove me there and dropped me off.
Gosh, I felt good when I walked in. All the fellas were eyeing me up. Graham, the one who had mentioned the evening event to me, got me a Bacardi, and we started chatting. But not just to him,. There must have six or seven guys who suddenly wanted to talk to me.It made me feel very sexy, being the centre of attention.
Graham and I were the only ones who smoked, so we went outside to have a drag, and carried on talking. The second time we disappeared for a smoke, Graham told me he really fancied me. He was married too. We went back into the pub, and we went for another smoke a lot sooner than we should have.
He came on to me, and we had a snog and a bit of a grope hiding behind the pub wall. ” My wife is away at her mother’s for a few days,” he said with a smile. “Do you fancy coming home with me?”
We never said goodbye to our colleagues who were still in the pub, and fifteen minutes later, I was in his home being stripped and fucked. He wasn’t as good as Tony, but I was now on the slippery road to taking other men as lovers, partly because my hubby wanted me too, but also because I was loving the attention and thrill of it all.