| This is a work of fiction, everyone in this story is 18+ years old.
| This story addresses what becomes a growing curiosity about extra-marital sex.
| You've been warned, so please drive through if this isn't your cup of tea.
| This is the first part of a larger story. Depending on Reader's interest, I may continue the story.
External Influences
I get that many of you are going to hate me after reading this.
I'm okay with that because I think it's important to learn from what I'm about to share. This is happening in the world, right now this is happening and it may be happening with friends of yours, work colleagues, and maybe even family.
My name is Gloria, I'm 32 years old and have been married for eight years to my husband James, who's 32 as well. While we've been married for eight years, we've known each other since high school, although we didn't date back then. We ran into each other in the mall one day, both older and attracted to each other. A coffee date eventually turned into a honeymoon, and here we are.
You want to hear about our sex life. I've always been open to sexual adventures, and I've never been a prude, so blowjobs and even anal sex were never withheld from James. I can be vocal in bed, and I know this turns James on quite a bit, something as simple as whispering 'It's okay Baby, fill my pussy with your cum.' can make him go right over the edge. To be fair, I love hearing him talk dirty to me as well 'You look so sexy, looking up at me while I fuck your mouth, is my naughty wife gonna swallow every drop of my cum?' would turn my pussy into a dripping mess.
We didn't participate in a few things sexually, no pee, no poo, and no sharing. This was an easy discussion, and it wasn't something that one of us had been interested in and had been refused. We both felt like these were hard limits, and anything else was open to discussion. That kind of communication was something that helped our marriage flourish.
About a year ago, James casually asked if I'd be interested in joining a gym with him. I wondered if he thought I may have been letting myself go, and in truth, I may have gained a few pounds since our honeymoon, but at 5'2", I weighed 125 pounds at the time. I have, what I like to believe are perfectly average breasts, they are B-cup, and look the same as they always have over the years. My ass is maybe a bit chubbier than I'd like, and so I agreed to the gym idea, as I find huge asses on women a bit ridiculous, and mine was bigger than I wanted.
We worked out together at the gym, and while I won't say that I enjoyed it, it wasn't as horrible as I expected it to be. James and I had been working out for about three months and then he accepted a new position at work that required strange hours. While he wasn't gone all night, it took a bit of time to adapt to him getting home after 9:00 pm on the weeknights. I kept right on working out, and James worked out during his mornings, which were hours after I'd left for work. That dynamic changed pretty quickly, working out alone, men would interact with me. Not flirting, but just quick little chats. I found it a bit comical because many of the guys there spent more time looking in the mirrored walls than the women did. But whatever.
I won't lie, the attention was nice, and that's not to say I wasn't getting plenty of attention from James. His new work shift didn't impact our sex life at all, and even after seven years at that time, we were fucking a minimum of 3-4 times a week, and sometimes more often.
Okay, I suppose we need to talk about that as well.
James is a very attentive lover, his penis is a bit larger than the 'oh, it's the perfect size for me.' drivel that women often use to describe their men's dick, while they'd
actually prefer a bigger dick on their man. James knows how to use what he has, I can orgasm vaginally, as well as anytime he eats me. I've never had an orgasm from anal sex, and to be honest, I really doubt that any female can. It's not that it doesn't feel good, for me, it feels wrong, naughty, slutty, and so I love those thoughts racing through my head when my husband fucks my ass. I know he feels that fucking me there, can feel like it's just using my body for his own pleasure, you can't make love to an asshole, you can only fuck them.
His dick is too big for me to take completely into my mouth, I can get most of it, just not all. That's been the one wish I've entertained, having the ability to take him into my throat and lick his balls while he's there. I just can't manage it, my gag reflex hates me. Oh, as long as I'm wishing for things, I'd like bigger tits too.
All in all, I have nothing to complain about either regarding James, sex, or our marriage. I consider myself lucky, I know I landed a good guy, and I know he loves me very deeply.
So now I suppose I should bring up where things began unraveling
I met a woman at the gym that was close to my age, she was pretty enough, and without sounding too catty, it was much clearer why she was at the gym, compared to me. Kate has a very 'smiley' personality. It just feels like people are easily attracted to her, and she's friendly with everyone. We became workout partners, and would often go have coffee afterward and chat for a bit. She was a school teacher, married, and had been since just a year after graduating high school, she didn't talk much about her husband, but what she did say made it obvious he was a good provider, and that he loved her very much. Our workouts continued, as did our 'Girl's Coffee-time' for about a month, then one day Kate completely caught me off-guard.
Her phone rang, and her face lit up with one of those big smiles she always seemed to have at the ready. She answered the phone, and said something like 'Hi, yep, okay Babe, I'll see you then.' and hung up.
I didn't give it any thought, but after Kate put her phone in her purse, she looked at me, then looked around the coffee shop, like a scene in a movie, to make sure nobody could hear her. This caught my attention, and I grinned wondering what she was up to.
'What?' I asked, giving her a curious look.
'That was my Boyfriend.' she said with a toothy grin.
'Husband? Or?' I stammered.
She shook her head and said 'Boyfriend.'
'Oh, umm.. Well, geez Kate, I don't know what I should say to that.' I said while shaking my head.
'It's just, it's so crazy, but.. Anyway, we're meeting up in a bit, I'll tell you it's the best sex I've ever had in my life, and I mean by a long, long way.' she said, grinning again.
'Don't you worry? What if your husband found out?' I answered and must have had quite the look on my face.'
Kate leaned back, and sipped her coffee while watching me, she ran her finger around the rim of her mug for a moment, then set it back on the table and said 'My husband knows.'
'About the boyfriend?!' I gasped, unbelieving.
She nodded.
'He doesn't mind? He's not jealous?' I couldn't believe this was unfolding like it was, and I was asking questions like this to someone I didn't really know, not like an old friend or anything.
'He set it all up, it gets him off, and thank god for him, I've never been more sexually satisfied in my life.' that toothy grin had returned.
'James would shoot me if I ever did anything like that.' I said shaking my head 'And I know he'd never set anything like that up for me... Not that I'd want him to!' I made a point to emphasize that last bit.
'What if you knew, it would be with someone that would fuck you better than you've ever been fucked in your entire life? What if your husband was okay with it? What if he wanted it?' she asked, and her voice had lowered, to me, it sounded like one of those old Hypnotists with their monotone instructions.
I shook my head 'I'm very satisfied with James, we love each other with all of our hearts, and our sex life is very active and very rewarding.' I countered.
'Just for the sake of argument, if you knew he'd be okay with it, and you knew it would be twice as good as it is now, would you?' she asked and sipped her coffee.
