Monique spent the night with me. In the morning we had a quickie before she kissed me goodbye, the same as Jessie would have when I left for work.
The week sped by. Work was fairly routine with no serious problems to be solved. Nights were nonstop sex with a different woman each night. Jessie and I had our nightly online chats at ten after I spent two hours fucking another woman. Any other time we would have spent hours talking, but I felt so much shame about enjoying myself that I could hardly stand more than ten or fifteen minutes before I pleaded fatigue and signed off.
The drive home was the four most nerve-wracking hours of my life. Yes, I was going home to Jessie, which both delighted and terrified me. I wanted her in my arms again. I had missed her enormously, yet I had also enjoyed sleeping with those other women. Each one had her own style of making love. I had tried a couple new positions with them that I wished I could do with Jessie, but there was no way to tell her how I had learned them without confessing to being unfaithful. I wasn't sure I wouldn't accidentally tip my hand. Conversely she had had a whole week to screw around on me. The worst part was that I had put the idea into her head. If she had been with other men, I certainly had no right to complain. Should I ask her pointblank what she had done while I was gone, or wait for her to volunteer the information? Would she volunteer anything? It was possible she had nothing to confess.
I definitely had a lot to confess, were I so inclined. Should I say anything? She might say "good for you" or she might demand a divorce. It would be reasonable for her to leave me after what I had done. On the other hand, she had seemed agreeable to the idea of my experiencing other women. Since she had basically approved of my playing around, I didn't have the right to object to her doing the same thing. The best possible scenario would be for neither of us to say anything. Of course, if she had been with other guys, it would be interesting to hear how they compared to me. She might prefer them to me, which would not be good. Or she might consider them to be different, just like I saw those five women -- not better or worse, just different.
I admit that I enjoyed the variety in bed. Jessie and I were not stuck in a rut by any means. The different bodies, the different pussies, the different modes of dress, the different styles of making love, even the different voices were refreshing. The truth was I wanted to continue having other women. But how could I get away with it? I worked nine to five, then went straight home. Being on salary there was never any overtime, any late working hours. I didn't belong to any clubs except the PTA, and I always went with Jessie. My weekends revolved around our children, and Jessie was involved in their activities too. As much as I wanted to have my cake and eat it too, I couldn't figure out how to do it.
The house was dark when I parked in our driveway. Not even the porch light was on. My suitcase seemed very heavy when I took it out of the trunk and carried it inside. As I set it down, I noticed a dim light in the hallway. I saw a familiar red light coming through our bedroom doorway, the same one we used when making love. Did she have someone in bed with her? Slowly I approached the bedroom. I could not hear any sounds. Was she home? Maybe she was at his place. I peeked in and let out a sigh of relief. Jessie was asleep on the bed. Alone.
I crept up beside her and lightly kissed her cheek. She didn't stir. I undressed quietly and slipped into bed beside her. As I adjusted the sheet, she rolled over and draped her arm across my chest. It's about time you got home." she said fully awake.
"You weren't sleeping?" I said.
"How could I sleep with you coming home?" she said and kissed my cheek.
"Are Matt and Amy in bed?"
"Mom's bringing them home Sunday. We have tonight and all day tomorrow for ourselves. Miss me?"
"Tremendously." In spite of having just fucked five other women, I couldn't remember being more honest than at that moment. Her hand brushed my cock, which responded appropriately.
"Part of you missed me." Her eyes met mine. Her hand left my dick and slowly rose to my cheek. "I'm so happy to have you back. This past week really opened my eyes to how much you mean to me." She grabbed my neck and crushed my mouth against hers. "Frank, I love you." She was on the verge of tears.
I kissed her eyelids and stroked her back. After a while she relaxed her grip so I could kiss her cheeks and lips. Gradually I worked my way down her neck and shoulders until I reached her breasts. Slowly I kissed circles around her boobs like I had done with Monique. Although Jessie's were not as large as Monique's, I still did the full seven circles around each one before suckling the rigid nipples. I continued to follow the same routine with her as I had with Monique. I did not do anything I had not done before, including humming on her clit. Eventually she rolled me onto my back and returned my attention. My turgid love muscle begged for action but was denied involvement. Jessie worked around and around my nuts and bolt, something she had never done before. My head thrashed from side to side, but I could not climax. After what seemed like an eternity, she straddled my lap and lowered herself taking me into her hot dripping cunt. I could not remember her being so tight. For the first time in my life, I could make such a comparison. Unhappily I could not tell her how good she felt as she bounced on my dick driving both of us into a frenzy. Within a minute only my loins were aware of the world, and that world only had a solid cock and a steaming tunnel. My sac rose and my balls contracted sending my seed into Jessie's cunt. We both shrieked with passion. Again and again my sticky wads were pushed into her hole until we both collapsed from exhaustion.
Several weeks passed, and our sex kept getting better. Gradually scenes of Jessie with another man started returning to my head. At first they were just fleeting images, brief glimpses of a nipple being sucked or a cock in her pussy or mouth. Then Monique and the four other women appeared. Sometimes they were with other men, but mostly I saw their faces as they had appeared while I banged away inside them. Later the images became more prolonged until they were complete love making sessions. Then sex with Jessie started to be routine, almost boring. She was hotter than ever. The problem was definitely me.
I wanted to talk with her about it, but that would require that I confess my affairs and risk losing her, a loss that I couldn't bear. Maybe what I needed was another fling. The last one had resulted in the most satisfying sex with Jessie ever. Had I backed myself into a trap? Had I unwittingly conditioned myself to need different women to keep my lust for her going? There was only one way to find out.
I set up another Internet account on my work computer so Jessie couldn't find out what I was doing and signed onto the cheating website using a phony name. Several women from our city were listed, but only a third had pictures. They were all in their early twenties, too young as far as I was concerned, although they had great bodies. After checking all the listings, I sent an introductory note to a woman without a photo a couple years younger than me. The description she had posted sounded great. She also mentioned that she was only available during the day while her children were at school. I could take an extended lunch hour occasionally, so she sounded like a good match. She responded within a couple hours agreeing to meet the next day. I reserved a hotel room and sent her the where and when information.
