My wife Meredith is no prude. Still I had come across the website by accident in a google search. Curiosity got the better of me and I saw that it was filled with all genres of erotic tales. I would occasionally read a story just for entertainment. I wondered how many of the stories were true. I expected that some were just that, stories, but I felt that some might have at least a basis in real life. I enjoyed the ones that seemed more real.
Backing up, I am Bradford, Brad to my friends. I am thirty-two years old, married to a knockout twenty-six year old blonde beauty. Meredith and I met while she was working as a nurse in a doctor's office. I am a regional manager for a specialty medical equipment supplier. I have a Master's of Science and was even accepted to medical school. After the first year, I had lost the drive it took to become a doctor, much less a surgeon. With my background I landed a nice sales job. Five years of beating the highways and airlines got me a very nice promotion to my current position. Based on my sales and organizational skills, I am well paid. The managerial position has taken some of my constant travel away, but not all.
While in her doctor's office once, I struck up a conversation with her. She was easy to talk to, even flirty. I liked the ease she showed being a trained nurse as well as a hot woman. She dressed in nurses scrubs, but there was no hiding those assets. She is 5"-6" tall. She is a 34 D and has a very small waist to go with it. Her ass is the crowning achievement of a higher life form. I asked her to dinner a couple of times, but the timing was not right. She did not shoot me down, per se, it just was awkward. Eventually I asked if she would meet me for a drink after work. Finally, she agreed. We met at a bar close to her work. We talked about work mostly and she seemed to enjoy our conversation. When our waiter came back to take our refill order, she begged off.
Just as I thought that I was going to be blown out of the water, she got up and wrote her phone number on a napkin. It was just matter of fact with no buildup. She thanked me for the drink and gave me the million dollar smile. We dated for about three months before we had sex. It was good, but not what you would call wild. We went to concerts, ballgames, dinner and whatnot for a while. I slowly started seeing a possibility of us becoming a couple. All the while, I felt like she was a step up for me and I worried about being able to take the relationship further. I had plenty of money to do things and we began enjoying special vacations as time would permit.
Fast forward another four months and we decided to move in together. A month after that, her doctor took a position with a larger practice. Meredith liked her work, but did not want to follow to the larger conglomerate practice. She finally decided to resign and take some time off. Of course, I really lobbied for this. We even discussed marriage. It wasn't for any lack of commitment that we decided to wait; we just didn't think it that important.
When she did quit work, she kept busy. She volunteered at a free clinic two days a week to keep up her skills. She did not want to be dependent on me for everything. In addition, she stepped up her workout routine. She was always fit, but now she was really into fitness. She did not do much weight training, mostly stretching and cardio. There was not much difference in her appearance except some of her muscles were a little firmer. She did not want to look like a guy or a dyke, she said.
Sex was good, but after a while, we were a little stale. We engaged in many positions, she loved oral, all men love blow jobs. We were both busy and my travel stepped up a little. Soon, when I did get back from a trip our sex was becoming less exciting. Not that I didn't enjoy it. It was fantastic to be making love to the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I wondered if it was becoming blasΓ© to her. I of course worried that she might be having an affair. I mean, she would have no trouble attracting any man. Then our frequency tapered off as well. I became hesitant to approach her in bed. Most nights we just kissed and went to sleep.
During a particularly long trip to the east coast, I had plenty of evenings in my various hotels. To kill time, I found some erotic websites and surfed stories and pictures. The novelty of the sites together with being away from Meredith made me a bit horny. I was bemoaning our lack of sexual activity and found the erotica a break from my work worries and home worries.
I was not really searching for any outside thrills when I started reading some of the stories on line. After I returned, sex was still off the table and I ventured back to the internet. One evening, I had been reading a particularly spicy story about a hot wife when Meredith called. She was still at the gym and wanted me to check the refrigerator for some salad ingredients. I left the computer and started to inventory our ingredients. She wanted to have grilled chicken salad. I reported what we were missing and she promised to stop at the grocery. I went about getting the chicken ready to grill and forgot about my computer.
That evening after dinner, we settled down with a glass of wine. Neither of us had showered and we were just enjoying our conversation. She asked about my schedule and wanted to take a long weekend soon. She wanted to go out of town and just do something different. She mentioned finding a web site for a quick getaway and we went into my office to look it up.
When we got in my office, I noticed that the erotic web site was still open. She sat down beside me and I hastily closed the site.
"What was that site you were on?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing, I was just browsing." I answered.
"Was it about our trip?"
"Naah," I replied.
"Here, let me see."
She took the mouse and clicked on the history.
"Oh, looks kind of intriguing."
"No, just killing time and curiosity got the better of me."
"What exactly were you reading?"
I knew she was no prude and I had no worries about her reacting in an uproar, so I clicked back on the story I had been reading. She started scanning the lines and read how this particular hot wife had gone out with her friends and fucked a big black stud. Then she went home to her husband and fucked him afterward.
"Wow. Do you read these stories often?"
"Not really. I just ran across the website by accident and I read a few."
"Do they turn you on?"
"Uh, I don't know, really, I guess they are like, well, like erotic and exciting, but just for curiosity sake."
I kept trying to close the site again, but she would not let me. We forgot about our google search and she pushed me aside to get in front of the monitor herself. I was surprised when she kept investigating and found the tags button. She clicked on some of them and was smiling a kind of sly smile. Looking at the categories, she remarked how there was something in there for everyone.
As I have said, our sex had become routine and, well, we realized later, very dull. Meredith found the categories and went to some hot wife stories.
"I know what a hot wife is, kind of, but I thought it was just a very good looking woman. This seems to have a very different connotation. Maybe something like 'slut' might be a better description."
She said the word, but it did not seem like she was being that judgmental.
"I know I am just a girlfriend, but do you think I am hot?"
"Hot?" I asked. "How could you be anything but hot with those looks and that body?"
"Yeah, but I am nothing like the woman in this story."
"No, but you don't notice how you affect men when they look at you."