About a year after our son was born, my wife started losing interest in sex, to the point that we make love less than once a month. Also, we only do mutual oral sex, because an IUD causes frequent infections and makes normal sex uncomfortable, and neither of us wants more kids. However, when I got a vasectomy, and we didn't have the pregnancy risk, she still wasn't interested in normal lovemaking, and still didn't want sex more often than we'd been having it. She did become more jealous though, because eliminating the pregnancy trap, made it a lot easier for me to cheat on her. And that jealousy, plus her overhearing only one side of an innocent conversation, caused one of our biggest fights ever. Because while I was giving her the proof that I hadn't cheated on her, I made it clear that I was very close to doing so. Since she knew I had every reason to cheat, that scared her enough to agree to opening our marriage, with a caveat. That caveat was that all my sex with other women would have to be threesomes with her there to make sure things didn't get too romantic, and was only sex not love. Like any man would argue with that, especially since she promised they'd be true threesomes and that she'd gladly lick out any sperm I put into the girl's holes.
However, 6 months passed, and there was no change whatsoever in our sex life, except to get even worse than it had been before. No threesomes with other girls, no starting to let me fuck her in the ass like she'd promised, and a decrease in how often we had sex, not an increase like she swore would happen. Hell, she didn't even talk about going out and fucking other guys, which had been her side of the open marriage agreement. Then again, if she wasn't giving me any of the things she'd promised me as part of the agreement, how could she get her side without causing an even bigger fight than before. And, of course, asking about that subject got nothing except excuses about why she wasn't ready for any parts of it. The same kinds of excuses I'd been getting for the last 10 years, whenever I'd try to find out how to fix our broken sex life. Which meant that the agreement she'd made, to keep me divorcing her, or cheating on her, had just been another one of her endless lies and broken promises. Promises that she made, that I should have already known she had absolutely no intention of keeping when she made them.
To be honest, I actually didn't expect her to keep her promises about the threesomes or the anal sex, because they were fantasy things not normal sex for us. However, I did expect her to keep her promise about us having sex more often, since that is what brought us to the brink in the first place. Her only wanting sex every couple of months, yet swearing to me that she hadn't lost interest in it, or in me. As I said though, instead of increasing, our sex life got worse, with us having only made love twice in the 6 months since the agreement. If her proving she'd lied again about wanting to try and fix what was wrong wasn't enough to piss me off, her wanting us to buy a bigger apartment, and promising our sex life would improve if we did, definitely was. But her response, when I reminded her that she'd never kept a single one of her promises, that it was my fault because I wasn't man enough to make her keep them, was the final straw. And, I did something I'd never thought I'd do, that was to tell her I was going to keep one of her promises for her, the one about finding another girl to fuck. Although, she shouldn't wait up for me because I didn't plan to bring the girl home for a threesome. Then I left the house, slamming the door on anything else she might have to say.
Of course, by the time I got to the car, I had to accept the fact that my wife was right in a way because I didn't even have enough guts to really do what I'd just told her I was going to do. Instead, I'd just go sit in a bar somewhere and drink until I got bored with drinking, then head back home again. Still, maybe just the fact that I'd stormed out, even though she knew as well as I did that I wouldn't actually cheat on her, might do some good, since as I said, it was something I'd never done before. Except, the changes came faster than I would ever have expected, in the form of a phone call from our old next door neighbor, and one of my wife's best friends, less than 5 minutes after I sat down at our favorite bar. Asking me where I was, and if she could come talk to me about the fight my wife and I had just had. That was strange enough, because my wife always kept our problems secret from her friends, that I said why the hell not, then told her where to find me.
The woman, who we'll call Y, is about halfway between my wife's age and my own, making her about 45 or so. She's shorter than either one of us, and while not fat, she's heavy boned which means she's not the kind of girl I'd drool over. Still, she has a nice face and a very down to earth personality, which, after my wife joked about me fucking her, when our so called agreement was new, made me actually fantasize about doing it. The reason I bring that up, is because that was one of the first things she said to me when she sat down at my table. That my wife hadn't sent her to try and talk me out of doing what I planned to do, because she knew I had every right to cheat on her. Instead, my wife had called her and asked if she was interested in being the girl I slept with, since she'd be a lot safer than some random bar slut. Maybe what I said next will sound stupid to you, but I told her she didn't need to sacrifice herself like that and I wouldn't have really done what I said because I didn't want the fight we'd have when I got home. Y put her hand on mine and said it wouldn't be a sacrifice because she wasn't getting what she needed at home either, and it was about time she started cheating too. As for a fight, she didn't think there would be one, because my wife had told her she could do this if she wanted. And she did want it, if I did, or else she wouldn't be here right now, would she? Although she wouldn't mind if I bought her a couple of drinks first, because she'd never done this before and was nervous as hell.
Ok, she wasn't my dream date, and I might have found something better by the end of the night. But, she was already willing without me having to work all night to convince her, and we supposedly had my wife's permission as long as I only did it with her. Besides, I might not get lucky at all otherwise, and I had fantasized about fucking her a few times. So, I called the waitress over to take her drink order, then moved to her side of the table and put my arm around her to let her know I was accepting her offer. It took two drinks, and a little bit of me running my hand up and down her back, before she relaxed enough to start leaning into the arm that was around her. When the third drink came, she turned to give me a quick kiss and say we could leave after we finished this one. And when I put my other hand on her leg, under the table, she leaned even harder into me, then turned to give me an even longer kiss than the first one.