I’m feeling rather frustrated just now. I am having trouble striking the correct balance between conventional wifely behavior and hot wife enjoyment.
My present husband, John, seems to have flexible boundaries that sometimes move unexpectedly. I have a history with controlling men, starting with my father, then my first husband, both of whom were very traditional.
I did not get along well with dad and married young to get out of his house. After a few years of childlessness, my husband decided he needed a wife who could give him heirs.
John, when we met seemed quite sophisticated and urbane in comparison, and he is. He was in late middle age and I was approaching middle age when we married.
He is successful, and we are financially secure, enjoying a life of travel, music, other cultural amenities and ease. For our first ten years life was pleasant, our sex life, unremarkable.
Then John began to inject fantasy to heighten our enjoyment. He imagined me having sex with other men of our acquaintance, and we both got very turned on by the idea, especially if I described my pleasure at being fucked by another man.
In time, John began to have erectile difficulties which were diagnosed as aged related ED. Hard-on pills were of limited help. We relied heavily on the stimulation of our fantasies, but his condition worsened with time.
Gradually, fantasies morphed into John earnestly encouraging me to take a real lover. To his dismay I demurred for a long while.
Then while having coffee one day in a crowded shop, a handsome young man asked to share my table, then proceeded to hit on me, saying how attractive he thought I was.
He was very charming and by our second cup of coffee, he had touched my knee several times. I did not resist when his hand moved up my thigh to the hem of my short skirt. He came right out and said he wanted to fuck me.
The moment of truth had arrived and I was nervously excited at the idea of having real sex again. We went out to my car and made out like teenagers. Then we drove to a secluded spot, and I used my newly acquired oral skills on his lovely cock.
He wanted me to go home with him, but I declined, saying that I was expected elsewhere. We exchanged numbers and made a tentative date for the next night.
John seemed happy for me, and so my affair with Bob had its beginning. For a few weeks I was Bob’s sex slave. When I returned home from a night with him, I let John lick my used pussy clean, and I sucked him off.
Bob believed that I was cuckolding John; he began to refer to me as his whore and started telling me things to do to humiliate him. Then he started making some demeaning demands, saying that he would pimp me out to his friends. I told John.
John became annoyed at that and made me stop seeing him.
Then came Elroy, my sweetheart. Not only is he a much better lover than Bob, but he was kind to me and deferential to my husband.
He has an enormous cock which I loved to hold, stroke and suck.
I never tired of holding its veiny, hard barrel while licking and sucking on its smooth, rubbery helmet. I loved running my tongue around the rim, ending at the drop of precum on the tip before plunging it into my mouth.
When I first saw his huge cock I feared that my pussy could never take it, but when we made love, he was so gentle and careful that I relaxed and let nature take its course.
It took several sessions, and many mind blowing orgasms before I could almost take him fully.
He loved it when I sucked each of his large balls into my mouth while stroking his cock, and his oral skills are prodigious, having me climbing the walls with his tongue. He is the complete lover.
In the beginning we had sex at home with John watching. One night I was giving Elroy head while John watched from the bedroom door, his cock in his hand.
I beckoned him over and kissed him, still holding Elroy’s hard cock. It was easy to kiss our way to either side of that monster, and soon my husband was slurping away on it with me.
He guided it into my pussy and held me as I worked it as deep as I could. My several orgasms were powerful and long lasting. I fell in love with Elroy’s manhood.
At times John’s insecurities would arise, requiring that I give him extra attention and reassurance. But overall, we had a satisfying arrangement. I had the best sex of my life, and John reaped many benefits from my satisfied good nature.
Sadly, after a while, I began to experience woman problems: frequent UTI’s and abdominal discomfort which my gynecologist attributed to too much sexual activity at my age. When I told her how big Elroy’s cock is, she was shocked and ordered me to stop.
Although he tried to be careful, we eventually agreed that he should find another sex partner. Since then I have tried to reconcile myself to monogamy. I busy myself with my volunteer activities and satisfying my husbands sexual fantasies.
Lately I have become friends with a man that I work with. I let it slip about my past double life, and since then, he has been trying to seduce me. Whenever I’m taking a work break he hits on me.
We may have gone a little beyond normal coworker niceties, and when John heard about it he had a fit. I find myself being rankled by his insistence that I seek his approval before engaging in sexual contact with someone.
In the past he has encouraged a full range of sexual activities, including me spending the night and a weekend with Elroy. Now he is upset because I have engaged in minor intimacies with a coworker.
I am not averse to telling him about my personal contacts, but I am not his chattel. I am his life partner who accepts his physical limitations in good humor, but has needs beyond his ability to fully satisfy.
For a day after his ultimatum, which I refused to accept, we were chary with each other. Finally I broke the impasse, sitting him down for a chat.
“John, I have generally acceded to your wishes with regard to our sex life, but I do not feel bound by traditional marital constraints. I have been a good, faithful wife for years.
“And I acknowledge that you have been a wonderful husband, to the extent that your body permits. But I still have needs, and I want to have them met. I do not think that I should have to get your approval or even necessarily inform you when I do.”
Before I could explain further and take the sting out of my words, he jumped up.
“Well if that’s the way of it, you might as well go live with your new lover,” he said and stormed out of the house. I went off to my job at the library.
When my friend Steve asked me what had upset me, I told him about our spat. Toward the end of my shift I phoned John; the call went to voice mail immediately, telling me that he was still angry, which made me angry again.
“Do you have any dinner plans tonight?” Steve asked me. I needed only a moment to decide.
“I don’t think so, what about you?” He put his arms around me kissed me.
“I’m all yours. Let’s go straight away.” We left my car at the library.
While we drove to a place Steve knows, I left a voicemail for John, “Have dinner plans. Not sure when I will be back.” I would be lying if I said I didn’t know where this evening might lead.
Dinner was pleasant, wine flowed generously, and I had a slight buzz by the end of the meal. We moved to the bar side of the restaurant where a DJ was setting up. Steve asked me to dance.
I’m a sucker for slow dancing. Being held tightly and moving in unison with another body is catnip to me, and Steve is a smoothy. Our bodies melded into warm contact, his burgeoning cock pressing against my leg at times.
I could feel that familiar ache in my pussy, and I needed relief. “Take me home Steve, your house,” I whispered as a song ended.
Steve drove at breakneck speed right into his garage and closed the door. Then he wrapped me in his arms, and we kissed a serious kiss. My knees were weak when I stood up to walk into the house.
No genitals had been touched yet, keeping the tension high. I liked the anticipation of just making out, delaying the skin contact. But once in the house we got busy stripping each other’s clothes with lots of touching and kissing.
I turned my back to him as I unbuttoned my blouse, letting him slide it off; then he undid my bra and caressed my breasts. I had forgotten the thrill of a stranger pinching my nipples while kissing my neck.
I felt very near to having an orgasm just from the touching. His hard cock was pressing into my ass. I reached back and squeezed it; it felt wonderful and powerful for a change. I had to get my hands and lips on it.
I turned and dropped to my knees, pulling Steve’s pants down as I went. Out popped a lovely circumcised cock about 8” long, just begging to be sucked. He finished undressing while I lifted it to my lips.
His moans told me that my oral technique had not atrophied since having only a limp dick to suck for months. My first instinct was to bring him off with my mouth, as I usually do with my husband; it was such a treat to have a real hard dick in my hands.
But he stopped me, pulling me up and undoing my skirt. I stepped out of it and my wet thong which he picked up and sniffed. “You smell heavenly,” he whispered. “I am in heaven,” he handed them to me for a whiff.
“Let’s go to the bedroom, I want to lick your pussy and taste you,” he said as he took my hand and we marched away, led by his erect cock.
He had only a few minutes of pussy eating before I became impatient and pulled him up between my thighs. He clamped his mouth on mine, his tongue probing for my tonsils, my pussy taste on his lips.
I turned my head to one side and said loudly, “Get that cock in me now, I haven’t had a hard one in months,” then I kissed him back. My poor husband had no idea how desperately I needed that.
I came as soon as his pubic mound hit mine, his cock firmly embedded in me.
“Oh god, please don’t stop, keep fucking my hungry little cunt, you’re driving me crazy. Make me cum again and again until I pass out.”
He pounded me the way Elroy never could for fear of hurting me. It was as if he wanted to break my pussy, and I loved it. Not since Bob have I been fucked so hard. Steve is definitely a keeper.
By the time he came in me, I was shaking uncontrollably; he lay on top of me waiting for my spasms to stop. I was drained emotionally and physically.
With a kiss to my forehead, he quietly rose up and went to the bathroom. I lay there wondering what John was going to say when I got home.
I pushed the guilt out of my head. I had done this many times with his approval and encouragement. But I also pushed away the temptation to stay the night with Steve. I knew I must go home to my husband.
On the drive home I rehearsed several arguments to justify my actions. I arrived to an empty house. Before going to bed I voice-mailed a rather sarcastic message telling John to stop sulking and come home.
I spent a restless night alone. In the morning, before going to work I left a more conciliatory message for John.
Steve was disappointed by my ambivalence toward his advances after our previous night.
I became alarmed when John was not at home when I returned after work. He had never before stayed angry for this long. I texted him.
Still no response from John. I ate a lonely dinner, then left a pleading message begging John to come back.
I stayed home the next day, awaiting his return and dreading the arrival of a process server with divorce papers. I was getting angry again; this was cruel of him.
I checked on-line the status of our credit cards. There were no unfamiliar charges, no hotel charges, no airline charges. I tossed and turned in bed alone again.
When I got up the next morning, I had message on my phone. It was from the police; John’s car was found at a trailhead in a nearby wilderness area. It had been parked there for three days and nights. John is not a hiker.
