Just a Iss

Driving home that night, I was filled with mixed emotions. I wasn't the cheating kind, or at least I never thought of myself in that way, but I couldn't deny what had happened. It had been months since I'd felt the excitement that Darla had provided in those few minutes, and even longer since I'd had such an amazing blowjob.

Pulling up to my house, I knew I needed to come clean and tell my wife everything, but I didn't know how I was going to do it. Would she be mad? Would she leave me?

As I walked in to find her watching TV, I started second guessing myself. She didn't even seem to have missed me, and barely acknowledged I was home.

I walked over and gave her a kiss, telling her I loved her and that I was going to get a shower. I wasn't sure how I was going to bring up what had happened, but as the warm water washed over me, I resolved to really open up and just deal with the fallout as it came.

"I need to tell you something," I said, sitting down next to her on the couch.

"Ok." She barely looked away from the TV.

"When I was over at Darla's house tonight, something happened."

She finally looked over at me, indifference showing more than hurt in her eyes. I told her everything, from the way I'd been feeling over the prior months to how things had escalated over time with Darla. I thought she'd yell, cry or storm out, but instead she just sat there, her eyes softening as I spoke.

"I assumed you'd been having sex with her for months," she said when I finished.

"No. Nothing happened before tonight. I didn't really see her as any more than a friend, and I'll stop going over there if you want me to."

"It doesn't really bother me. I just thought if you wanted to leave me for her you would. I know things haven't been great in a while, and I was surprised you kept coming back."

The next several hours were spent talking about our relationship, where it had gone off track and how we felt. We both cried a lot and by the end of it we'd decided that our relationship was worth working on and promised to work through the issues we'd been having.

She admitted she hadn't really felt attractive after the kids were born, and I was guilty of not showing her enough affection. We realized about halfway through the conversation that our communication had died at some point, and we decided to start by fixing that.

The conversation wrapped up just as the sun was starting to peek through the window, and we soon found ourselves wrapped in each other's arms, a spark of passion reignited as we made love and passed out on the couch.

The next several months found us in unfamiliar territory.

She'd told me that she'd never been jealous of Darla, and that she didn't mind if I continued the friendship, even if things became physical again. It was weird to be talking so openly, but it was also refreshing and just the thought of Darla and I possibly having sex at some point seemed to really turn her on.

Even with the new permission and excitement from my wife, Darla and I went back to just hanging out. We didn't really talk much about what had happened between us, though I could feel some sexual tension at times and wondered if anything else was going to happen.

After a couple of months, she asked me to go on a trip with her for a weekend, and my first thought was that there was no way my wife would be OK with something like that.

"I really don't mind," she said, smiling as I looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"A whole weekend? You don't have a problem with me going away like that?"

"I know who you're coming home to," she said with a wink.

The trip itself actually wound up being rather boring. Darla and I shared a bed for the first time, but we didn't wind up getting intimate. I had to admit I was a bit disappointed, but as I walked in the door on Sunday, I was greeted with one of the most passionate kisses I'd had in years.

As she guided me into our bedroom, I could tell she'd been thinking about me all weekend, and I wasn't prepared for what she was about to do.

Throwing me back on the bed, she stood over me and pulled her shirt over her head, letting her amazing breasts fall out. With a smile at my reaction, she unbuckled my pants and pulled them down, my now erect penis bouncing out and smacking her in the face as she removed them.

Before I knew what was happening, she wrapped her hand around my shaft and started stroking as she smiled up at me. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven, but it just got even better as she opened her mouth and plunged the head of my cock into the warmth of her tongue and throat.

I couldn't believe how amazing the whole thing felt, and within minutes I was starting to feel the pressure build. As if sensing I was getting close, she stood up and pulled her shorts down before leaning back down and kissing her way back up my body.

I could taste a hint of my own penis on her lips as she kissed me, and the warmth of her crotch resting just above my dick as her legs came to rest straddling me was almost too much. Then she thrust her hips down, pushing me inside her and I moaned into her kiss.

That was apparently the reaction she was looking for as she started bouncing up and down on me, my dick sliding in and out of her wet pussy and bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. As my first spurt shot into her I felt her squeeze tighter and she started moaning along with me.

It was one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever had, with wave after wave of pleasure shooting through my whole body. As we came down from our shared high, she laid on top of me. The smell of her body was intoxicating, and I didn't want her to move.

After a few minutes, my dick softened and slid out of her, our mixed juices flowing out and running down onto the bed and floor below. She finally rolled off of me, and we both climbed further into bed, cuddling and drifting off to sleep.

It was the most amazing sex we'd had in years, and over the next few months the passion made it feel like we were dating again. Even as great as it was though, I found myself still thinking about being with Darla whenever I went over to hang out with her.

After that first trip, we began talking about taking another. It would be a few months, but we finally decided to spend another weekend together over the summer. I once again cleared it with my wife, who was even encouraging me to have sex with Darla, and the plan was set.

As we set off on the road, I told Darla that my wife had given permission for me to do anything at all that weekend.

"She did not," Darla said, smiling and giving my shoulder a flirtatious shove.

"She did. You can ask her yourself."

After a quick text exchange, with my wife telling Darla to go for it, the temperature in the car seemed to go up several degrees.

Reaching her hand over, she started rubbing my groin and teasing me through my pants. Driving with a boner wasn't easy, but her intention seemed to be riling me up as she spent the next several hours going between rubbing me and rubbing herself. At one point, she reached her hand down her pants before taking it out and putting it up to my mouth.

"I might be a little wet, what do you think?" she asked as I took her fingers into my mouth and sucked off her juices.

It was torture in the best way, but by the time we got to the hotel we found ourselves more tired than horny. Getting our stuff to the room, we collapsed in the bed and she rolled into my arms as we drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke to find her walking back from the bathroom. She'd removed her top at some point, and her breasts were hanging there just asking to be touched. I was laying in my underwear as she climbed back into bed and smiled at me.

"We've got a couple hours before our first tour, wanna grab some breakfast?" she said.

"Breakfast would be good, but I'm seeing something else I'd like first."

"We don't have time to mess around, we've got things to do."

Ignoring her, I leaned over and pressed my lips against hers. My dick had been hard before I even woke up, and there was only one thing I could think of that would fix it.

Sitting up, I kissed down her neck and sucked on her nipples as I climbed between her legs. She had a pair of panties on, and I was still wearing my boxers as I pressed my erection against her. A soft moan escaped her lips and she reminded me again that we had things to do.

But I wasn't exactly thinking clearly, and before long I had my boxers pulled down, rubbing my bare dick against her panties. My fingers found their way into her underwear, sliding them aside as I got more turned on. My precum was mixing with her juices as I rubbed against her bare pussy and I was on the verge of slipping it in when she smiled and rolled me off her.

"We have things to do mister."

I thought that was it, but she moved over and started giving me a blowjob before I could react. I was already close to blowing my load, and it didn't take long for her warm mouth to push me over the edge. She swallowed every drop as I thrust deeper into her throat, finally taking her mouth off me and pulling me out of the bed and into the shower when I'd emptied everything I had.

We had a whole day planned, with tours and museums, but all I could think about was what would happen when we returned to the hotel that night.