I came back into the bedroom to join my still naked lover. I was trying to forget what my wife might be doing with her lover.
“Are the others up?” Kat asked me.
“Just Maggie, Simon’s still in bed.”
“That sounds about right, he’s never in a hurry to get up if he doesn’t have to!”
“Maggie’s just going back to him now.”
“Are you okay with that?”
“I’ve got you to come back to, if that’s alright with you.”
Kat opened her arms wide and let the sheet fall to expose her breasts. She looked at me and gave me a wonderful open smile.
“I hope you’ve brought me more than just coffee.”
I put down the coffee by the bed, took off my robe, and got into bed with her. I was already hard and as I lay on top of her Kat’s legs opened and I found myself positioned at her entrance. It felt warm and moist against the head of my cock. Before I realised what I was doing, we were moving together, so that end of my cock was being enveloped by a wonderful warm soft sensation. The feeling was exquisite. We seemed to be coming together completely naturally.
Kat’s hands went to my waist and she held me, gently but firmly holding me still.
“Whoa there. I think we’re both getting a little carried away.”
There was no anger in her voice, if anything I sensed a feeling of regret. I stopped and for a moment we were both still, with my bare cock almost completely inside Kat.
“We can’t, however much we want to, we can’t,” she said.
“I know,” I said, as I slowly withdrew. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, we just need to be careful.”
Kat reached into her bag and felt around a bit. I waited patiently.
“Do you want me to find one?” I asked.
“I had more, but we seem to be running a little low, but I’ve found one.”
Her hand emerged from the bag with a condom, and again demonstrated her expertise in removing it from the wrapper, and brought it down and onto my cock in a simple move. As she did it I wondered if Maggie and Simon had been so careful. I tried to recall whether I saw any evidence that they had used a condom. I couldn’t remember any, but then again, as I thought about the pleasure those few seconds being inside of Kat with nothing between us, I could hardly complain. I didn’t know what contraception Kat used. Maggie always left it to me to get a condom and take the precautions. If she left it to Simon in the same way, I wondered if he would be so careful
“Hello, are you still with me? I didn’t mean to kill the moment completely!”
Kat’s voice brought me back and I realised that my mind had left the room.
I focused on Kat once more, she brought me close and started to kiss me, with as much passion as I could ever remember from anyone.
The passionate kissing soon brought my mind back to the beautiful naked woman I was with and making love to. I was as hard as ever again and felt my heart open to this woman who was so willing to give herself to me. My cock was quickly back to the entrance to her warm and welcoming pussy.
As I entered her I felt Kat moan and it felt wonderful to be inside this woman. As I started moving in and out of her, her arms went around me and held me tight to her. I stopped for a moment to feel and enjoy the sensation.
“Please keep going, don’t stop,” said Kat.
“I just want to remember this moment, it’s so special,” I said.
“I need you to fuck me, please,” Kat pleaded.
I started moving in and out of Kat and she moved with me as we acted as one. I knew I wouldn’t last long, but Kat wasn’t going to let me stop so I kept going towards the climax that I knew was only moments away.
“Come when you’re ready, just let it all go,” Kat said as we moved more urgently together. Her enthusiasm made me lose control.
“Oh, Kat,” I said, lost in the moment as my body shuddered and I started to climax, filling the condom. My cock pumped hard and the feeling was exquisite.
Kat gave a high pitched squeal and I could feel her muscles move. She kissed me urgently.
“Fuck yes, just like that,” she said, breathing heavily.
“This is so good, so special, I don’t want it to end,” I replied to her. I felt I had to say more, the moment was so intense.
“You’re so good, so perfect, I love being with you.”
The moment seemed to last for many minutes but it was probably just a few moments. As my cock stopped pumping into her and her muscles stopped moving I collapsed on top of her, feeling her arms still around me. I wanted to say more, but I realised I may have already said too much. We both were breathing heavily.
I spoke quietly, my mouth close to Kat’s ear. “When I said what I said just then, I didn’t mean that I don’t want Maggie, I just meant…”
“Hush, my lover,” interrupted Kat.
“It’s just that I didn’t mean that I don’t love Maggie…”
“I know, it was pretty intense, and things are said in moments like that. I’m fine, you’re fine. Enjoy the moment.”
I felt reassured, and we lay together. I heard movement outside in the corridor and I realised that the door was slightly open and someone was outside. I carefully withdrew from Kat and turned to lie next to her. I pulled up the covers.
“Hello?” I called out.
I heard Maggie’s voice outside the door. “It’s me, I just wanted to fetch some clothes, I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
Kat answered her, “Come in, if you can cope with seeing me next to your husband.”
Maggie appeared at the door wearing her toweling robe and with a shy smile on her face.
“I guess I should be able to cope.”
She didn’t look directly at us as she went over to where her case was and hurriedly pulled out some clothes.
I felt that I needed to say something, as she grabbed some clothes and started walking out.
“Maggie, are you okay?” was my rather pathetic attempt to say something.
“I’m fine, sorry to interrupt you both,” she replied without looking back as she quickly left the room and shut the door behind her.
Neither Kat nor I spoke for a moment. I was starting to feel awkward, naked in bed with another woman, my wife having just left the room. I wondered how long she had been outside the room and what she might have heard. I asked Kat, “Do you think Maggie heard what we said?”
“Things get said in the moment. Speak to Maggie later, explain that we got a little carried away. I’ll speak to her too, if you think that will help.”
I decided to see how things played out and so we agreed to get up and find Maggie. After a few more moments of intimacy when we kissed each other gently, we both found robes and went into the living area where we found both Maggie and Simon at the dining table together sharing coffee and toast. Seeing Maggie with her lover still caused some jealousy to stir, even after my night with Kat. However, Simon went to get us toast and we sat and down and poured out more coffee.
I didn’t want to have a deep conversation with Maggie in front of Kat and Simon. We talked about the weather, when we would be leaving to go home. The events of the night seemed to have become a taboo subject.
The conversation moved on to our plans for the week ahead. Simon said that he and Kat were planning to go to a rugby sevens tournament next Saturday with Debbie and Dave. It would be a fun day of seven a side rugby with plenty of food and drink in between. Simon told us that a couple of years ago, Dave and Debbie had gone with him and his ex-wife, Linda, to the same event and Dave had expressed an interest in going again this year. He asked if we would like to go with them. I hesitated, since I wasn’t at all sure that I wanted the four of us to be an item, going out together all the time. However, if it would be six friends instead of just the four of us who had just swapped partners, it seemed possible to contemplate. I looked at my wife to ask her.
“I don’t think we’ve got anything planned, but Maggie’s not a great sporting fan,” I said, to give Maggie the chance to back out.
Simon spoke before she could answer, “It will be fun. It’s a great day out, the atmosphere will be full on, the games will be short and fast moving and if you don’t like the rugby there’ll be lots of other things to see and do.”
The potential double meaning of Simon’s words wasn’t lost on me, but I didn’t want to dwell on that. I looked at Maggie trying to make her see that I wasn’t wanting to pressurise her in any way.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“I’m happy to go if you want to,” she replied, giving me a reassuring smile.
She seemed relaxed about it, although I couldn’t work out quite what she was really thinking. Did she want to find more time with Simon? Was she trying to get things back to normal? Was she doing this just for me?
Simon pushed us to commit, saying, “I’m going to take that as a yes, but if you change your mind tell me as soon as possible. It’s not easy to get tickets but my rugby club membership means that I should be able to get hold of some for at least the next couple of days.”
No-one objected and we finished breakfast and later that morning we had packed and Maggie and I started the journey home. Maggie wanted to get back because she had lots of lesson planning and marking to do for the week ahead. We hadn’t had the opportunity to speak in the apartment as we were getting ready to leave. As we drove away we had a text message from our daughter asking for help with problems with her accommodation at university. Maggie was in a text conversation with her for most of the journey, and I chipped in a few suggestions on how she could deal with her awkward landlord.
When we got home, Maggie started work on the week ahead almost immediately and I prepared supper for her to eat at her desk. There was nothing unusual about this for a Sunday but it meant that I didn’t know how she was feeling about the extraordinary events earlier in the weekend.
I had played over the events in my mind. I didn’t know what Maggie had done with Simon. I didn’t know what Maggie thought when she had visited me in the night. I didn’t know how long Maggie had been outside the door while Kat and I made love. In particular, I didn’t know if she had heard what I said to Kat as we both reached a climax together.
Later, as we prepared for bed, Maggie was tired and I knew that she needed to be up early. It would not be a good time for an in-depth conversation. However, I couldn’t leave things without saying something. I was going to be away for much of the week and we could easily get to the next weekend without getting a chance to speak much. Maggie could close down when things were difficult. We had a tendency not to have arguments but instead to have simmering silences.
As we got into bed, I kissed Maggie and she seemed okay to kiss me back, but it was clear that, as was normal for a school night, sex was not on the agenda. The lights were switched off and in the darkness, I asked Maggie if she had enjoyed the weekend.
“Of course,” she replied in a matter of fact manner. “Did you?”
“Kat was very nice, but she wasn’t you, and you’re my wife,” I said and put my arms around Maggie to bring her closer to me.
“You and her seemed to get along very well.”
“It seemed to me that you and Simon were also doing very well.”
If I wanted Maggie to open up, this was not the right thing to say.
“Well I…. did you go with Kat to make things even?” Maggie asked me.
I sighed, as I realised that we weren’t going to be able to have a deep conversation at this time on a Sunday night, and a partial conversation could make things worse.
“I wasn’t thinking of that at all. I never thought of doing anything with Kat until she started upping the stakes in that stupid card game.”
“I don’t remember you objecting,” said Maggie.
“I don’t remember you objecting, either,” I snapped back, maybe a little harshly.
Maggie just responded quietly, “Touché.”
I thought about what Maggie had said. I asked, “When you started to say something just now, what were you going to say?”
After a few moments, she replied.
“I don’t want to argue about it, we had an interesting time; memorable, fun, maybe, although not in the way I was expecting. I like Kat, I knew that she could be a little wild, and now knowing that she’s got a really interesting past in some ways makes me like her even more. I now know you like her too. I don’t want to lose her as a friend or you as my husband. So let’s try and sleep now, and talk more about it when we’re both in the right frame of mind, and a bit more awake.”
This was the Maggie I knew; sensible, level-headed. She didn’t seem to want to raise anything about what she had heard and seen with Kat and I. I wanted to ask plenty. I wanted to know what she did with Simon. Had they used condoms? Did she want to spend more time with him? However, I knew that if I raised this, she would want to know about what happened between Kat and me. It was too late. We were too tired. I did ask her one more thing.
“We’ve got the rugby next weekend with them. Are you okay with that, only if you’re planning anything else with Simon, I think we should discuss it.”
“I’m not planning anything, just like I never planned anything with Simon this weekend. You were there, I didn’t start anything off. Sshh now, next weekend we’ve got Dave and Debbie with us, so it will be completely different; back to our normal times. No more silly stuff.”
With that, Maggie turned to sleep, and the conversation ended.
Over the next few days, we never managed to talk much. Work stuff took over and Maggie had work to do in the evenings as well as after-school meetings. I was away a couple of nights and so when we did talk it was about family things.
However, when I was on my own in the car or in a hotel room, I found myself going over the events of the previous few weeks and particularly the last weekend. Before that first night when Maggie went to the pub with Simon, we had been the ordinary couple. Two kids, good careers, and twenty-five years of seemingly happy married life. What were we now? Swingers? It didn’t feel like us. It didn’t feel like us to be sharing our sex life with anyone. Could we continue like this, or would one or both of us end up falling in love with someone else? Could it just be about sex?
I knew that I liked Kat and that the sex that I had experienced with her was the best for many years. I couldn’t remember when I had last enjoyed sex more. Was it better than anything I had ever had with Maggie? I couldn’t work it out. I feared it might have been, but I didn’t want to admit it, even to myself.
What about Maggie and Simon? I still remembered the passion that I’d seen when they first had sex with each other. Last Saturday they had sex again, and I remembered how I had seen Simon roughly pumping his large cock into my wife from behind as she looked at me. In some ways, I still felt excited that I saw my shy wife like this, but I worried about whether I would ever be able to excite her in the same way that she had felt with Simon. Would she be happy to have sex with just me in the future, having experienced him?
I had to know what she thought, but it looked like I might have to wait a while for that conversation. I guess this was the problem with our relationship. We were very close on everything, except sex and physical intimacy. We just found it so difficult to talk about, and it needed a special set of circumstances which weren’t going to happen during a normal working week.
Would this prove to be the fatal flaw in our marriage?
