Carrie 5

As I sit alone in the room I suddenly think back to how this all started ten months ago...

At 5:00PM I got the call that my dinner meeting that night was canceled. As important as this meeting was for me I was glad that it was canceled because it would give me a chance to spend the evening with my wife. It seemed that lately I was always working late or going to dinner meetings and spending less time with Carrie. I decided to call to see if she would like to go out to dinner. When I called she wasn't home and I figured she must have gone shopping so I just headed home. When I got to the house around 6:00PM Carrie still wasn't home. That wasn't surprising to me. Carrie often went shopping or out to dinner with her friends when I had one of my dinner meetings scheduled. What did puzzle me a little was that her car was in the garage. She usually drove herself when she went out with her friends. I didn't spend much time worrying about it, I just made myself a sandwich and got a beer and went down to my office in the basement, turned on my computer and went surfing on the net.

About 9:30 I heard the front door close and Carrie walking through the house. I shut down my computer and headed upstairs. By the time I got upstairs Carrie had turned on the TV in our bedroom and had gone into the bathroom. As I entered the bedroom I could see Carrie getting undressed. She had her back to me and with the TV on she didn't hear me enter the room so she didn't know that I was watching her. She was wearing a matching champagne colored bra and panty set that showed off her beautiful ass and firm breasts to their best advantage. I didn't say a word as she removed her bra, exposing her lovely tits in the reflection in the vanity mirror in the bathroom. She dropped her bra in the laundry basket and slowly slid her panties off of her ass and down over her beautiful legs. As she bent to lift her feet out of her panties I looked at her firm beautifully shaped ass and got an instant erection. After eight years of marriage Carrie's body could still excite me. As Carrie picked her panties off the floor I was thinking about how much I wanted to bury my cock in her tight pussy. It was with this thought in my head that I stood and watched as Carrie examined the crotch of her panties. Then she used the panties to wipe her pussy as though she were trying to clean herself. I didn't immediately understand the significance of what she was doing. I guess it was because I was so horny I couldn't think straight.

Anyway, I decided it was time to let Carrie know I was home. I said, "Hi babe, I'm home." Carrie turned quickly and let out a little scream of surprise then said, "Oh God!" and she turned away from me almost as soon as she realized that I was there. She moved very fast, but not fast enough. In the brief moment that she was facing me I saw a white crusty substance clinging to her pubic hair and noticed that her pussy hair was all matted down. Without even realizing what I was doing I began to speak. I demanded, "Who have you been fucking?" Carrie didn't say a word; she just stood with her back to me. I walk over to her and took the panties out of her hand and looked at them. I could clearly see that the crotch of the panties was covered with cum. At that point I became extremely angry and started yelling at Carrie, called her all kinds of names. I called her a whore and a slut among other things. When I calmed down a little I asked her how she could cheat on me and how long had she been fucking around behind my back. Carrie responded by saying, "You have a lot of nerve to call me names and judge me. Did you think I didn't know every time you fucked one of those bimbos you called a customer after one of your so-called business dinners. How do you think I felt week after week finding cum stains in you underwear after you've been to one of your business dinners."

I was a little taken back. I didn't have any idea that she knew about that. But that didn't mater because those affairs were strictly business. I had to keep those women happy or I would lose their business. If it weren't for that we wouldn't have a beautiful home and two nice cars. I decided it probably wasn't the right time to use that defense. Besides it was her behavior that was in question hear not mine. It's a lot worse when a wife fucks around than it is when the husband does (at least that is what I thought then). At this point I asked Carrie whom she was fucking.

She said that who it was didn't matter and that she would never tell me. So I asked her how often she had cheated on me and she said, "You probably won't believe me but this was the first time."

I said, "Your right I don't believe you." At that point Carrie started crying so I grabbed my pajamas and went to the guest room to sleep.

For the next two days we didn't speak to each other at all. Finally on the third day when I got home from work Carrie broke the ice and asked me if I wanted a beer before dinner. We continued sleeping in separate rooms but we were at least speaking to each other. We didn't discuss the obvious problem between us but things were civil. As time went by I started to think things over and I realized that I still loved Carrie and didn't want to lose her and that maybe it was my fault that she had an affair. Maybe I didn't really need to have sex with my customers to get their business. The more I thought about it the more I realized I was an ass hole and I had nearly ruined my marriage. After that I stopped scheduling dinner meetings and handled all of my business during normal working hours. Things continued to improve at home. After four weeks of sleeping in separate bedrooms I decided it was time to make a move to get our marriage back to the way it had been before. That Friday I called Carrie from work and told her that I decided to forgive her and that I wanted to take her out to a romantic dinner. Carrie just said, "We'll see."

When I got home from work Carrie was coming out of the bedroom dressed in her sexiest cocktail dress. It was a short black number, which was low cut in the front displaying Carrie's beautiful 34 C breasts. I was beginning to get excited at the site of her and I almost didn't hear what she was telling me as she came into the living room where I was standing. I had to ask her to repeat what she had said so that I could understand. She said, "Your dinner is in the oven. It should be done in a half hour. I will be home late so don't wait up for me."

I said, "What this? You're going out. I told you I was going to forgive you and that I wanted to take you out. What's the story?"

Carrie said, "I don't need you to forgive me. That is not the problem here."

Before I could ask her what the problem was I heard a car horn and Carrie said, "Good night."

As the front door closed behind her I ran to the window to see her getting into a black Mercedes. As soon as the car started to pull away from the curb I went into the kitchen and turned off the oven. Then I ran to the garage and got my car and started off in the same direction the Mercedes had gone. Luckily I didn't catch any traffic lights and I was able to get within a half block of the Mercedes. I followed it into town where it parked in an area where there were three bars and two restaurants. I couldn't park near them or Carrie might have spotted me so I continued down the block until I found a parking space. By that time I got out of the car Carrie had disappeared into one of the bars or restaurants. Unfortunately I didn't see where she had gone or whom she was with. I discretely entered the restaurants one at a time and looked for Carrie but was unable to find her. After that I went into each of the bars and looked around with no better results. In the last bar I gave up. I found a table in a corner and decided that I would sit there and get drunk. I was on my second martini when I saw an attractive blonde that looked to be about 30 years old approaching me. My first though is that she was some drunken bar fly looking for someone to buy her drinks.

When she got to my table she smiled at me (a very lovely smile) and said, "I noticed you sitting here by yourself looking very sad or depressed and decided to come over and see if I could cheer you up a bit. Would you mind if I sat down with you?"

It became obvious that she was not drunk or a barfly. She was well dressed, very attractive, spoke with the confident clarity of a well-educated woman and I said, "No, I wouldn't mind at all, as a matter of fact I think I would like it very much if you did join me."

She introduced herself simply as Julie and said that she was there alone. She had planned on meeting her husband there but something had come up and he wasn't going to be able to make it there that night. Julie then proceeded to tell me about herself. Where she went to college, what she did for hobbies, that she didn't have a career but did a lot of volunteer work and that she was 39 years old. I was amazed. She was 10 years older than me and I thought she looked maybe two years older. When she was done telling me about herself she said, "I can see that you are in some kind of pain. If you want to talk about it I am an excellent listener, and if you don't that's okay too."

For the next half hour we made small talk. I found her to be as good a listener as she said and before long I was telling her about everything that had happened between Carrie and me over the last few weeks.

When I was done Julie said, "What you have to do now is decide if you still love Carrie enough to try to work things out and if you can live with the memory of her infidelity. If you think you can do that then you just need to let Carrie have her fling and when she realizes that you still love her and can truly put all this behind you, she will come back to you. And if she doesn't come back to you it just means that as far as she was concerned things were already finished between you. Following her around and having arguments about her behavior will not help anything."

I knew she was right and I decided that I was going to try to save our marriage by being patient and letting Carrie come back to me on her own terms. In spite of the pain the image of Carrie with another man gave me I actually felt better after talking to Julie.

Around 10:00 PM Julie asked me if I could give her a ride home. Being as how her husband wasn't going to make it she didn't have a ride and she really didn't want to take a cab. I told her I would be glad to give her a ride.

As we left the bar I noticed that the black Mercedes was gone. On the ride to Julie's house she told me a little about her husband. That he was a successful attorney and she told me how they met in college and got married two years later. Then when we were about five blocks from her house Julie put her hand on my crotch and began rubbing my cock through my pants. I knew that I should stop her but I couldn't because I already had an erection. As soon as Julie noticed my hard on she undid my belt and pulled my zipper down and then she released my cock from my shorts and began stroking it. Almost before I knew what was happening I felt Julie's warm mouth engulfing the head of my cock. She began giving me the best blowjob I ever had and it lasted until I pulled up in front of her house. Julie got out of the car and said, "Come in so I can finish you." I followed her into the house and straight into her bedroom. We were both naked in less than a minute. When we fell into the bed Julie resumed the fantastic blowjob she was giving me. She had been going down on my cock for about five minutes when the bedroom door suddenly open and a man stepped into the room. He just stared at us and didn't say a word. I tapped Julie on the shoulder and pointed to the man by the door. Julie let my softening cock drop from her mouth and said, "Oh hello darling." and then to me she said, "Bill, I would like you to meet my husband George."

George gave a little bow of the head and said glad to meet you and then to Julie he said, "I am glad to see you got a ride home. Now I will leave you two to enjoy yourselves and each other."

After George left the room I look at Julie in shock. She said, "Oh don't worry about that, George and I have an open marriage. George actually encourages me to have sex with other men. Afterward I tell him about it and he gets very aroused and than he makes love to me. It is an arrangement that we both benefit from." Having said that Julie went back to work on my cock. I still didn't feel comfortable about the situation but I was caring less by the second. When Julie had me fully erect again she swung her leg over so that she was straddling me. Then she took my cock in her right hand and as she lowered herself down she rubbed the head of my cock on her pussy lips. Once the head of my cock was covered with a mixture of my pre cum and Julie's pussy juices, she started guiding my cock inside her tight pussy. By the time my cock reach the bottom of her warm moist hole I was no longer thinking about Carrie at all. Julie moved up and down on my cock for several minutes until she climaxed.

After her orgasm Julie stretched out on top of me and we fell into a slow comfortable rhythm. Julie and I fucked until she had three orgasms and I got off once. As I was getting ready to leave Julie said, "While you are sorting things out with your wife feel free to give me a call anytime you want to talk or fuck. I would be equally happy to do either or both with you."

I got home about 12:30AM and Carrie was not home yet. I went into the kitchen and got the casserole Carrie had made for me out of the oven and put some on a plate and put the rest in the trash so that it would look like I hadn't gone out. Then I went into the guest room and changed for bed. I got into bed and laid awake thinking of everything that had happened that night. I gave a lot of thought to the advice that Julie had given me and decided to take the advice and I also decided to take her up on her offer of conversation and sex. I was still awake at 1:00AM when I heard Carrie come into the house. I remained quiet so that Carrie would think I was asleep. She came and peeked into the guest room before she went off to our bedroom in the back of the house. I quietly got out of bed and sneaked to our bedroom door, which Carrie had left partially opened and watched as she stripped off her clothes. I was hoping that I would see some sign that would tell me that Carrie had not had sex. When Carrie removed her skirt and slip I saw what I hoped that I wouldn't see. Carrie wasn't wearing any pantyhose or panties. As Carrie continued undressing I could see the drying cum in her pubic hair. When Carrie stepped into the shower I went back to the guest room. I got back into bed and tried to figure out what I should do. The image of her pussy covered with some other guys cum kept swimming around in my head. I was angry, I was jealous, I was a little aroused, and mostly I was confused. Finally I drifted off to sleep around 2:30 AM.

For the next two weeks nothing changed. Carrie was cheerful and pleasant when I came in from work. She talked to me about the book she was reading or about what was on the news. Everything was back to normal except that we had no physical contact and we were still sleeping in separate bedrooms. We were both staying home nights, which after two weeks made me suspicious. I began to wonder if she was having an affair during the day while I was at work. Friday afternoon I decided to go home a couple of hours early and see what Carrie was up to. I parked my car around the corner and sneaked around to the back of the house and started peaking in windows. I couldn't see Carrie right away, but I finally spotted her coming out of the bathroom into our bedroom. Her hair was wet and she had a towel wrapped around her. She sat down at her vanity and began putting on her makeup. She spent about twenty minutes on her makeup then she got up and removed her towel. The line of sight I had into the bedroom had me looking up at Carrie's sexy ass. As she moved around the bedroom I got glimpses of her pussy, seeing it between her legs from behind. This view had me very hard. Carrie went to her dresser and got some lingerie out and put them on the bed. Watching her as she slowly began dressing in her sexy underclothes was better that watching any stripper I had ever seen. She started by putting on a pair of black fish net stockings, which she held up with a black garter belt with a red ribbon trim. Next she put on a pair of very sheer black silk panties followed be a matching black silk bra. Standing there like that she looked so sexy I had difficulty breathing. After that she went into her closet. When she came out she was wearing a very short white cocktail dress. I could almost see the outline of her black panties through the dress. The odd thing was that when she put the dress on covering up the garter belt and her bra and panties it made her look even hotter than she did before. Finally she sat down and started brushing her hair. At that point I decided to go in the house and see what would happen next.

I went back to my car and drove back home and parked in the garage. When I went into the house Carrie didn't come out of the bedroom to greet me. I called out "I'm home" and Carrie called back "Okay, I'll be out in a minute." Her response, although it made no commitments, sounded promising to me. I began to think that maybe she had dressed up for me.

When Carrie came out of the bedroom she acted very friendly. She asked me how my day had gone and how I was feeling. I told her I had a good day and I was feeling fine. Then I told her that she looked fantastic. Showing no embarrassment she thanked me for the complement. Then she said, "I am sorry" and I started to say "Oh that's okay" before she finished talking.

Good thing I stopped myself because I nearly made a fool of myself as she continued to speak, "I was so busy doing the shopping and cleaning that I didn't get your dinner started. There is a steak in the refrigerator or if you don't want to cook you can go out to eat. I will try not to be out to late tonight. Maybe we can go see a movie or something tomorrow." Then I heard a car horn and before I could recover from my shock she was out the front door. I went to the window in time to see her get into the same Mercedes as before. I became extremely angry. I was almost ready to go throw all of her clothes out on the front yard. I stopped myself as I realized that act would end up being more humiliating for me than it would for her. I poured myself a large scotch and sat down. When I was about half done with my drink I decided to call Julie. Her husband George answered the phone. I felt a little uncomfortable but I asked to speak to Julie. George asked, "Who should I say is calling." I told him it was Bill and he gave me a very friendly hello and said that he would get Julie right away. He said that he knew she would be glad to hear from me.

When Julie got on the phone she said, "I am so glad you called. Am I going to see you tonight?" I told her that I would like to see her and that I needed to talk. She said, "Do you really need to talk or do you just want me to suck your cock again."

I laughed and said, "Both. But now that you have already cheered me up the blowjob sounds better that the conversation."

Julie asked, "How soon will you be here and are we staying in or going out."

I said, "I'll leave that up to you."

She said, "Okay, let's stay in. That will give us more time to talk and fuck."

I said, "I'll be there in an hour."

I showered, shaved, and put on clean clothes and headed for Julie's house. When I got there George answered the door. He shook hands with me and escorted me into the living room where Julie was waiting for me. George gave Julie a very loving kiss and started out of the room. I asked him as he was leaving, "Are you sure your all right with this." He turned to me and said, "Of course I am. I wouldn't allow it otherwise. It makes me very happy to know that Julie is enjoying herself with another man. Actually the thought of her having sex with another man excites me like nothing else can. And I don't just sit around while she gets hers. I have a date tonight too."