As I sat waiting for my wife's return, I began to wonder about her affair with her trainer. Why wasn't my making love to her enough? Why did she need to fuck him? I had so many questions. It had been so many years ago and it really hadn't seemed to affect our marriage. How come it was bothering me so much? I had so many things I wanted to ask her. Joe's barking let me know she was home.
Vickie walked into the house from the garage and had a silly grin. I knew she and Rebecca had enjoyed a bottle or two of wine. She gave me a nice kiss on the lips and asked, "What did you think of Jackie? Do you think you learned anything? Did you have fun? What did you do with her?"
I held my wife by the shoulders and said, "Honey, it seems we both have a lot of questions. I think we should talk."
"I think I need a glass of wine," my wife said and I shook my head no.
I said, "Don't you think you had enough at Rebecca's?"
She pulled away from me and rather curtly said, "I'm not drunk. I need something to soothe my throat if we're going to talk. Get me a Sangria!" No please or anything.
I poured her a glass of wine and got myself a glass of Sprite. She was in her recliner and I sat on the couch after handing her the glass of wine. Vickie looked at me and asked, "Well, are you going to answer me?"
I said, "Yes, my love. As long as you will answer mine when I'm done answering yours." I wasn't getting a warm and fuzzy feeling about what was coming. "Ok dear, let's take your questions one at a time." I said. "What did I think of her? Jackie is a very beautiful young woman; you obviously picked the right one to tutor me. On question number two, yes, I think I learned a few things. In fucking, it's not about pleasing your partner, it's supposed to be mainly about yourself. I still find that hard to do. Third, we started off with a massage, It was lovely, then she did something unexpected, she massaged my prostate. She had me almost to the point of cumming but she demanded that I not cum until she allowed me to. I got off the table and pushed her onto the bed where I fucked her hard, then split her wishbone style, you know the way you used to like when you were drunk."
"Come to think of it, you're the one that introduced me to that position. It must have been something you and Tom had done." My wife's eyes went to the carpet and she didn't look up for a bit. "While I had her in that position, I began to suck on her toes, I remember you asking for that. Her pussy began to tighten around my shaft and I knew an orgasm was imminent. I wanted something more and I pulled out of her and she moaned her dissatisfaction but I turned her and plowed my hard cock into her mouth and down her throat. She sucked so hard I was getting so fucking close when she stuck her finger back into my ass and stroked my prostate again, releasing a torrent of cum deep down her throat. I don't know how many blasts I got off but she never missed a bit of it."
"We were all sweaty and decided to take a shower. No, we didn't fuck in the shower, I'm too old for those kind of gymnastics. We did crawl back into bed and I was caressing her body and she reprimanded me for falling back into a loving attitude. I guess she wasn't that mad because she straddled me and rode me to a second orgasm."
My wife gave me an astonished look and said, "She got you off twice?"
Nodding, I said, "Yes dear, but Jackie said I was going to need a lot more tutoring and asked me to come over on Tuesday morning by 8:00. I hope that's ok with you?"
She nodded then asked, "What are your questions, Michael?" as she took a big sip of her wine.
Trying to hold back the tears, I asked, "Can you tell me why I wasn't enough for you?"
Taking another sip of wine, she said, "It wasn't you Michael, it was me. There was just something inside of me that needed to be desired and fucked. I can't explain it. Please tell me you can get past it?"
"Ok," I answered, "next, how often did you give him head?"
She rolled her eyes then said, "Most of the time, why?"
I asked, "How come you never gave me head? I know I asked you but you always said you couldn't do it. What was so different with him than me?" This was tearing me apart, knowing that she was doing things for him that she wouldn't do with me.
I could see this was bothering her but I needed to know. She sat there, shaking her head then said, "He expected it and I wanted to. What can I say? It was just sex. With you, sex was so loving and tender, I didn't feel it was right to do something so base and carnal. Why do you have to bring it up now?"
I didn't raise my voice, I said, "Because I need to know, that's why. Now tell me, did you give up your ass to him?"
She gulped down the rest of her wine and asked, "May I have some more wine please dear?"
I stood and took her glass then said, "Answer the question first." She nodded and I walked into the kitchen and refilled her glass. Returning it to her, I sat back down across from her and stated, "And you never allowed me that pleasure?" Tears were coming down her cheeks. I swirled the wine in my glass then asked, "Was he your only lover?"