As I gazed at my wife, Julie, in our marital bed, lying exhausted from her latest encounter with Jason, I found myself wondering how I got to this place. I certainly couldn't have foreseen this, so very long ago.
When we first met, I was a strapping firefighter. 25 years old, and in the service for two years. She fawned over me the day I rescued her from that car accident. Pulling her free from the wreckage, she saw me as her hero.
Julie, like so many other women, loved seeing a man in uniform, and to this heroic firefighter, she was no exception. So I wasn't surprised when she came to the firehouse to asked me out. Our relationship was intense from the very first date. Julie has since been a vibrant, sexual woman. Her tight, fit body is a pleasure to show off to my friends and colleagues, who comment on her athletic figure and sexy smile. While she stands only 5'1", she's a woman who knows what she wants, in bed and out, and goes for it.
She learned over time that she had to compete with many other women who saw me in uniform, and who would invite me for drinks and sometimes to fuck them. I may not have had the biggest hose, but I put out a lot of pussy fire in my younger days. She soon found the telltale signs of my dalliances. I knew her libido was as high as my own, so when Julie came home late on occasion from being out with her friends and went directly to shower, I didn't worry too much. If there were other guys for Julie, I really couldn't complain, since I was getting a lot of pussy myself.
Two years later, we married, and our sex drive continued through the roof. Julie loved being pounded by a handsome, virile man. I loved giving her those hard fucks, too. We got along great, and were deeply in love.
Julie thought it was very hot to have a man who was such an Alpha male, even though I wasn't as big as many of her previous lovers. I loved that others guys thought Julie was a hot and sexy woman, checking out her perky B cups, those thick pink nipples that poked through the heaviest sweaters, and her gorgeous ass. And so we overlooked each other's infidelities. Julie and I fucked as often as each of us wanted to, never saying no when the other offered.
And we would probably be that same couple today, twenty years later, but for that one day at work, when I slid off a roof, at a fire. My back has never been the same, and working out was excruciating. The department was good at finding me work at a desk, but with that came a sedentary lifestyle.
Eating the same, without that vigorous daily exercise gave me that mid-life bulge and sapped my energy. My drive for sex waned at home. I wasn't getting the same offers from young, beautiful women now that I was pushing a pencil at work. Sex with Julie had become lackluster, because I couldn't perform as often as I used to. I saw Julie's loss of excitement, and how her pussy just didn't respond as it had before. I wasn't out fucking other women any more; I could barely keep up with one woman.
I had to turn my wife down for sex, more often than either of us wanted. This led to her going out by herself more, and coming home later and later. I knew what was keeping her out late, and it was hard to deny her that happiness. I said nothing for a few weeks.
When I worked my 24-hour shifts at the fire hall, I understood that Julie's loneliness and lack of sex was taking a toll on our marriage. I tried to get it out of my mind, but I couldn't. As I worried if I was still enough for her, it only made it more difficult for me to get hard, even though I desperately wanted to please my wife. I wasn't able to penetrate her when she needed it so much. I was always ready to give her oral so she could cum, which was something I've done since we met. But Julie needed something more, not just my tongue flicking her clitoris until she orgasmed. Julie has never orgasmed while we fuck, so I would get that job done with my mouth, sometimes before fucking her, and sometimes after.
This led to the conversation that changed everything.
A few weeks ago, during an argument, Julie said, " I know you've fucked other women for years, Charlie, and I didn't much care, because I love you and you were always able to satisfy my need for dick. But I have to be honest. You just aren't able to satisfy me, and I still need to be sexually fulfilled by somebody, anybody. Do you understand?" I was crushed. What had been an unspoken truth was now staring me in the face. The woman I have loved so much, for so long, had needs, and I couldn't meet them.
"Jules, you are that sexy woman who I've always loved, and have always loved to fuck. I'm sorry. I want to keep you happy, but I don't know how I can. I do love seeing the look on your face when I'm able to satisfy you. I don't want that to change."
She kissed my mouth softly and said quietly, "But something will have to change, Charlie." The love was still there for both of us, so I knew that I had to do something to again be her hero.
And as of that day, it clear that I just wasn't enough.
It all came to a head, on Monday night, Julie came home, very drunk, and I was already in bed, unable to sleep. As she slipped off her shoes to get undressed, no doubt heading for the shower once more, I came up behind her. I desperately wanted to get into her panties, to claim her. I prayed that my little cock would respond this time. Julie worked hard to fight me off, which had never happened before. She persisted, and, reaching up under her skirt, I found that she wasn't wearing any panties. I forced her to the bed, trying to prove to my wife that I could satisfy her, only to find that Julie's pussy was already wet. Far more than just wet from arousal. I knew immediately what that meant.
"Who is he, Jules??" I begged. Who did you fuck?
Julie lay on her back, arms over her face to hide her tears from me, while I stared at what could only be semen dribbling from my beautiful wife's pussy. My cock now stretched within the confines of my pajamas. As angry as I was at what I saw between her legs, I found myself drawn to that syrup like a fly.
Julie sobbed silently into her arms. I knew my wife loved me dearly and didn't want to hurt me, but this is where we had landed. So, I climbed up onto the bed beside her, and consoled her, holding her close to me.
"I'm so sorry, Charlie."
"It's okay Jules. I love you so much. I know that you need it."
Julie's sobs filled the room. I kissed her quiet and she kissed me back. Our tongues danced, and we held each other tight. Unbuttoning her blouse, Julie's sweet nipples stood erect, pushing against the lacy fabric of her push up bra. Sliding the bra up over her breasts, the rigid pink nipples came into view, and I moved down to suckle on one. She moaned in my ear, and her pussy became as aroused as it was earlier in the evening, with some other man filling it. Julie whispered, "Take me, Charlie."
My knee pried her legs apart, and I hastily shrugged off my pajamas as I took my position between Julie's satiny thighs. With her skirt hiked up around her waist, we continued kissing as I lowered my cock to her oozing pussy. My horny wife guided the swollen, purple head up and down her fleshy, pink petals, slathering my cock in her lover's semen. She moaned as she pushed my soggy dick toward the entrance to her sex. Once she had my cock head slipping between her inflamed folds, Julie raised her hand up to her mouth and licked his juices off her finger tips.
I took over then, pushing into her drooling cunt. I pushed deep into my wife, my meager cock moving at a frenzied pace, in and out. Julie moaned, no doubt, as she had only a short time ago with him, while I penetrated her again and again. Maybe she was thinking of him now, as my cock slid within her. I felt as if I just had dipped my cock into a hot, greasy pool. I lifted myself off of my knees, feet planted firmly onto the bed, and my cock rose back and drove deep into my wife.
Julie groaned as our bodies met. I couldn't get the thought out of my head, of her lying beneath some other man, asking him to cum inside her. I wanted to fuck her hard, to reclaim her, and my balls slapped her ass cheeks with each stroke. Julie's whines were in harmony with mine, as we united in a lustful, driven way.
