A glance at the calendar reminded May that it has been one year since Al initiated her into the hot wife lifestyle. They are still at it and in many ways are an old married couple, except that they do not live together.
But for her, at least, the sex is still new and wonderful. For Bob, her husband, the blush is off the rose; nearly all of his entertainment energy is devoted to golf.
The hold that sex with Al has on May causes Bob to take a back seat unless she presses him into duty as a clean-up batter. That seems OK with Bob. He and Al are friendly, and even her son Tom has taken a shine to him. May hopes that Tom is getting his romance advice from Al.
Years ago, she and her best friend Cindy imagined Tommy and her daughter might become a couple. Now, to her relief, that seems unlikely. May didn’t think their gene pool needed more of Cindy’s inclinations. Cindy is now on her third or fourth boy toy and getting more reckless about flaunting them openly.
May and Al still observe the constraints placed on them by Bob originally, mostly from habit. Now, however, she spends a night at his house regularly. His neighbors must think she’s his mother from seeing her leave there so many mornings.
Her sexual energy surprises her, and she credits it to Al’s hard body and great cock. She can amuse herself by touching him and making him get hard and cum in her mouth, her pussy, or her hand. But when he makes love to her, she melts just as if it’s the first time. She still tells him, “I love you,” regularly.
Remembering back to her early days with Al, she is amused at her naiveté. Once the turmoil over her taking a lover settled down, she believed that her perfect world would go on unchanged.
Al provided mind-blowing orgasms and nights of energetic fucking. Bob was always waiting for her to return to reclaim her well-used pussy and add his load of spunk to the mix. Her buddy Cindy was always around for painting outside the lines now and then, and her work was generally satisfying.
But, of course, the world keeps moving on. Tom is approaching graduation. He and Bob have discussed opening a branch office in a nearby city for him to run and to eventually take over the entire business.
Tom has a girlfriend now who May likes. They have sex in his old room when no one else is home. While he has been OK with May’s lifestyle choice, now that he is getting serious about his girlfriend, he doesn’t want his mom to influence her. He has not told her about Al.
This disappoints May, who has visions of grandchildren but also hopes that they both have sexual experiences with others before becoming exclusive. She is tempted to take the girl aside and have a talk, but Tommy seems determined to thwart that idea.
Moreover, May’s biological clock is ticking. There have been times when, lying under Al with his cum oozing out of her pussy, she found herself wishing that she was being impregnated with his child.
However, years of failed efforts for a second child told her that such an occurrence was very unlikely. During calmer moments, she is glad not to have to worry about birth control.
As for Bob, she assumed that age was catching up to him; he has less and less time and energy for their sexual games. Golf occupies all of his free time. He has taken a couple of golf trips to warm climates in winter, always with his buddies, without inviting her.
So far that has worked to her advantage, allowing her more time with Al.
Cindy is still her best female friend and still meets her lovers in May’s guest room at times. She tries to set up group sex dates with May and Al, but neither of them is very interested. Recently, she invited May to join her and her bull in a threesome without success.
For all her plans to explore her sexuality, May is still stuck on her first lover. She can’t imagine another man coming close to Al. However, she is sure that their relationship is not exclusive; she occasionally sees evidence of female presence at his condo.
While this saddens her, she has always known deep down that someday he would find his soulmate and drop her, hopefully gently. Fortunately, she has a loving husband to console herself with when that happens.
She was shopping for groceries one afternoon when she ran into one of Bob’s golf buddies. They chatted for a few minutes, then, as they parted, he said, “Say hi to Bob for me and tell him we miss him on Saturdays.”
She was halfway home before it dawned on her to question what he meant. Isn’t Bob still playing with the same guys every Saturday? She stewed on that for a couple of days. What could he be up to when she thought he was golfing?
The next Saturday when he got home, May asked about his game. “Oh, the usual.” He went to get a beer from the fridge without looking her in the eye.
“Bob, where were you? I know you aren’t playing with your old Saturday gang anymore.” He looked uncomfortable for a moment; then, his face took on a defiant look.
“OK, if you must know, I was with my girlfriend.” She thought he was joking. “You aren’t the only one who can get sex on the side.” His expression said he was serious.
She thought her heart had stopped; her face was burning. “How long…?” She couldn’t get the question out.
“About three months. I waited patiently for you to outgrow your infatuation with your young stud. My ego was totally smashed by your blithe sense of entitlement, your assumption that I could do no better than sit at your beck and call.”
“Is it serious?” She dreaded the answer. His obvious bitterness at her choices told her that the answer might not be easy to swallow. “Are you leaving me?”
“It has come up.” He said no more.
“Why didn’t you come to me about your unhappiness? Couldn’t we have worked something out? We always have done so in the past.” May knew she sounded desperate and pathetic.
“You made it clear that fucking Al was the most wonderful thing that has ever happened in your life. How could I ask you to pass that up? I loved you enough to try to make it work.”
May heard the past tense in his statement. She thought she was going to throw up; she ran to the bathroom. Bob stayed where he was. When she didn’t return, he looked and found her curled up on their bed, sobbing.
His heart went out to her in spite of himself. But he was on a roll of hurting her for hurting him for so long. “Surely you can understand needing more than your chosen partner can or will give you. Sauce for the goose, as they say.”
The snarky words came almost unbidden. He wanted to stop. “I’ll return in a couple of hours when you should have realized that you created this mess.” She already realized it. That was no help to her in this moment. He was gone before she could stop him.
She immediately began recriminating: You brought this on yourself, you selfish bitch. You have hurt a wonderful man who did nothing to deserve it. How can I make this right? Is it too late?
Her first instinct was to call Al, but she quickly put that idea out of her head; then she thought of Cindy but rejected that also. This is a family matter that needs to be worked out between her and Bob.
When he returned, Bob apologized, I’m sorry for my mean words; some repressed anger just bubbled up.” He made no effort to touch her, however.
“It’s me who needs to apologize to you. I have been insensitive to your feelings for a long while. If you let me, I would like to try to make up for that. I understand that may also take a long while.” May resisted the urge to take him in her arms.
“I’m afraid I am not ready to make up with you. I need some time alone to work on my anger, and I don’t feel that I should move out of my house. I suggest that you go live with your other husband, Al, for a while. Let’s see if we really still want to be married to each other.”
They argued about that until May realized that Bob’s mind was made up. She packed a suitcase and drove to Al’s condo, letting herself in with her key. It was not normal practice for her to show up unannounced, but she has surprised him on occasion.
This was not exactly the sort of occasion she wished for. When he entered the condo, Al’s expression could only be described as chagrined. “Hi. I wasn’t expecting you today, was I?”
“Bob kicked me out of the house. He is upset about us and is considering divorcing me. I need a place to stay for a while.” She went to hug him, but it was not returned.
“We need to talk. I have been meaning to tell you that I have been seeing a woman, and it’s getting serious. She wants us to be exclusive, and I think I’m ready. Maybe you should make peace with your husband. I’m sorry.”
Now, the world came crashing down on her. May picked up her suitcase and left without a word. She drove to a local residence hotel and booked a room for a month. The room was tatty but seemed clean, at least. What she needed right now was alcohol. She found a bottle shop and purchased a fifth of whiskey.
Back in the room, she poured a stiff drink, chugged it, and lay down to think. She realized that she was angry at Bob, angry that he sneaked around to another woman without telling her he was unhappy. She had not tried to hide her infatuation with Al; she had been forthright with Bob.
She felt angry at Al, too, though she knew she shouldn’t; it was inevitable that he would find someone else his own age.
She was even angry with Tommy for not trusting her with his girlfriend. She fell into a troubled sleep.
When May awoke, it was dark, and she was peckish. The hotel clerk suggested a nearby restaurant/lounge that she could walk to. She didn’t want to sit at a table alone, so the maitre d’ said she could get nachos or a charcuterie board at the lounge next door.
A handsome young bartender named Bart took her order and brought her drink. The lounge was not yet busy, so he was very attentive to her. They chatted, and she found herself confessing that she was having marriage troubles. He listened sympathetically Soon, the bar began to fill up, taking him away.
May was finishing her second whiskey when he placed another drink in front of her and indicated a guy down the bar. She turned to see Gerard, Cindy’s ex. She raised her drink in thanks as he came over and sat next to her.
“I never expected to see you here,” he told her. “This is a notorious pick-up bar. I come here to meet women. What brings you?”
“My husband kicked me out, and Al doesn’t want me either.” That sounded so pathetic to her, she laughed. They sat in silence for a while, just drinking. May realized that she was getting tipsy, but what the hell?
When the DJ started up, Gerard asked her to dance. She recalled that he was a good dancer but said, “No thank you,” with a smile. After some lively tunes to set the mood, a slow set began. This time, she let Gerard lead her to the floor and take her in his arms.
He was very smooth, and soon she found herself pressed tightly against him. It felt good to be held. She let his hands roam down toward her butt and realized that she was getting aroused, but what the hell?
His erection pressed into her pelvis with each dance move. After a while, she put her arms around his neck. He kissed her softly, but with tongue, then she laid her head on his shoulder. She kissed his neck and nipped his earlobe, urging him to press his cock in harder.
When the slow set ended, Gerard suggested they sit in a booth. He chose one in a dark corner, then went to retrieve their drinks while she visited the lady’s room.
While peeing, she made a decision. She sat down beside him and handed him her balled-up panties. He immediately placed them under his nose to enjoy her aroma. “Let’s get out of here,” he said.
Back in her room, he took her in his arms, and they kissed again. His lips felt wonderful, soft and full, and his tongue gently probed her mouth. He released her and stood back a bit. “Take what you want,” he opened his arms in surrender.
She dropped to her knees, undid his pants, and reached for his cock. He wore no underwear, so as soon as his pants passed his knees, a truly magnificent brown cock appeared. It was semi-hard but very long and very thick. It seemed too heavy to stand up on its own.
No wonder Cindy kept him for so long, but tonight he was May’s. She lifted it toward her lips, enjoying the heft and the heat of it. “Taste it,” he murmured. And so she did; with some difficulty, she wrapped her lips around his glans and tongued its underside.
“You have a lovely cock,” she said, looking up at him. She maintained eye contact as she licked a drop of precum from the tip. Her free hand cupped his large ball sack and squeezed while her lips reached as far down his shaft as possible, eliciting a loud moan from him and gagging herself.
“That’s it, baby, suck ole’ Gerard’s big black cock. Get it ready to fuck your married white pussy that Al says is so good. Find out what a real BBC is all about.”
“Whaat?! May had never sobered up so fast. She got up and opened the door for him to leave. He was gone in moments.
The next day was Sunday. May went hiking alone at the county park nearby. The fresh air and exercise helped her regain her equilibrium. Her outlook brightened, and she decided that she was strong enough to weather this bad spell and that it would eventually get better.
After an early supper in the restaurant, she went into the bar for a nightcap. The same bartender served her and hung around to chat. “I noticed you left with Gerard last night. I was disappointed; he is a regular gigolo here.”
“It was a near miss. I was feeling very vulnerable, and he almost got lucky.” They both laughed.
“I’m glad. You have too much class for him.” He went to serve another customer. A few minutes later, he came back. “You have another admirer who wants to buy you a drink,” He nodded his head up the bar.
May turned, ready to spurn another gigolo, and saw Bob! She was speechless. He came over and sat next to her.
“Can’t I even buy my own wife a drink in this place?” Bart placed a whiskey in front of her and left.
“How did you find me?”
“Your credit card charge sent me to your hotel, and the clerk, for a twenty, sent me here. When I went to Al’s place to bring you home, he told me you were gone.”
“You wanted me back?” A thrill of anticipation went through her.
“Of course. I’m dumb, but I’m not stupid. We are soulmates, even if we forget it sometimes. Please come home; our whole family wants you back.”
“I have to tell you what I did last night with Cindy’s ex-boyfriend. You might change your mind.”
“Did you tell him you love him?” She shook her head no. He leaned over and kissed her.
“Then let’s go home.”
