Fighting Fire With Fire

My name is Chet Sanders, and I am going to relate the story of what happened to me in the 24th year of marriage to my wife Maggie Sanders. I'm still not certain what started the chain of events that led to the weird happenings of that year. It was so out of left field that even now approaching my 50th anniversary I shudder to think of how it might have ended differently. All I know is that even though I can not prove it I know that my actions that year to fight fire with fire saved my marriage. Maybe my story will help someone else in a similar situation.

I met Maggie Brower at a fundraiser. It wasn't love at first sight or anything like that but to make a long story short we eventually fell in love and were married. Maggie worked in interior design and continued to do that while having our three children. During her first maternity leave, she had started to work online and by the time our three children were in school, she had moved solely online. Maggie worked at home on her blog as an interior design influencer. I could not believe how well she did with that. She didn't make as much money as I did with my business machine store, but she did very well considering she had almost no overhead.

Myself, I quit my job to start a business machine store shortly after we married. As time went on the selling and servicing of fax machines, copiers, and the like became less, and computer sales and service became more of our focus. I hired good people, paid them well, and made sure our customers were well taken care of. That business allowed us to have a good life, own our home, and send our three kids to college.

It had been great being a parent and my wife and I had been involved, not helicopter parents but involved. I had coached some of our children's sports and my wife had been an awesome mom. We didn't live through our children however, and nor was my wife's identity wrapped up in our kids. I wasn't a workaholic, although I did work hard. I tried my best to maintain a balance between home and work and I especially worked hard to keep the flame of passion alive in our marriage. Maggie did too. When we became empty nesters in June of our 24th year married the first six months were great! We acted like we did before we had children, naked Saturday, lingerie Friday, oral Monday, you get the idea.

Now we never had been much for doing things apart. Maggie sometimes went out with her sister Martha who lived in the same town as us but no girls' nights out or separate vacations. We would certainly go out on dates regularly through our first 24 years and sometimes we went out with friends or attended parties. Martha was married to a nice guy named Jim and they were the people we saw the most. Yet mostly it was the two of us. As far as I could see at this point we were in a good place.

Then something happened. I'm not sure what but It led to a period in our marriage when I started to question Maggie's love for me and whether or not we would make it to our 25th. We had a great sex life I thought. Even before we were married we had agreed to give due consideration to anything the other person suggested in the bedroom. We didn't just try whatever the other person's idea was we discussed it and made a decision to do it or not. Sometimes it required research, sometimes soul searching and sometimes it was a no-brainer. If I really thought about it we were pretty vanilla. Sure, we had tried anal, some bondage, and a few other things but we always came back to pretty tame stuff. I call it tame compared to some of the wild tales you hear people tell when they drink too much, or when you watch porn. Yet both of us seemed very happy with what we were doing, I thought.

Then came the night Maggie was riding me cowgirl and we exploded in a mutual orgasm. This didn't happen very often and although we tried to attain it often, it just didn't happen. Maggie had collapsed onto my chest, and we had lain there for a few minutes catching our breaths. Then she said something that caught me off guard,

"Chet I want you to go down on me, I think it would be super horny if I sat on your face, and you ate your cream pie."

Now this had certainly never come up before. As much as I was keen for another round with my wife just then I was certainly not interested in what she was suggesting. Part of me said "what the heck," I'm sure that was the part of me that was all wired up on endorphins. Another part of me said "wait a minute," I'm sure this was the part of me listening to the alarm bells. You see she had not said "make me cum again" or something like that. This would have been a physical act. No, she wanted me to specifically eat my own spunk, and that would be a mental as well as physical act. She had a picture in her head of something and me doing it was going to get her off. Normally new ideas were discussed like I said before. Seldom had either of us asked for something new at the spur of the moment. I tried for what I thought was a compromise until we could have that discussion.

"Sure, babe I would love it if you sat on my face right now but first I would like you to clean up the mess I made."

This definitely killed the moment, as she got off me and went to the bathroom she said just forget it.

The next day I brought it up at breakfast. Maggie explained that she thought it would be fun and that we already did things like that so what was the big deal? I countered with kissing someone after they performed oral sex on you was one thing but actually eating your own cum was different. Moreover, it was not something I wanted to do. She started getting angry after that and stated she would never suck me hard again after I came! This was kind of a silly thing to say because she often gave me blow jobs and swallowed but it was not the time to remind her of that. Instead, I offered to go wash off before she did that so we could go at it again quicker than waiting for me to rebound naturally. I could tell this was not going as she had planned and most worrisome was the anger. I could not remember another time in our sexual discussions when there had been anger on either side.

Things were quiet for a few weeks after that but then came another shocker. We had never discussed adding another person or persons to our lovemaking. I thought it was self-evident that it was off the table. We had been married in church and said those vows. Now as we were drinking coffee after supper Maggie was showing me porn on her laptop. Not just any porn but threesome porn. Specifically, two men and one-woman threesome porn. The first clip looked like just two random guys having sex with a girl. The second clip showed clearly a husband who was sharing his wife with another man. The third clip was clearly cuckold porn with the husband in the subservient role. Maggie then looked at me with lust in her eyes,

"What do you think Chet? Do you think this might be something you would like to try?

I was not interested right off the bat. Yet I felt obligated see how excited she was to give her a proper discussion.

"I think that I need to process this, you know give it some thought. Would you like to try that?"

Maggie was trying to figure out if it had aroused me. There was definitely no bulge in my pants nor gleam in my eyes, but she was looking hard for signs like that regardless.

"Yes, I think that it might be really exciting."

I then changed the topic promising to mull it over and get back to her. A few nights later as the after-dinner coffee came out I brought out my laptop.

You guessed it, it was two girls one guy porn! The first clip was like her first clip just two random girls with a guy. The second clip however was a cuckqueen scenario with the wife dressed as a maid serving her husband and his cake. The third clip was cuckqueen homewrecker style with the wife being degraded and humiliated. Afterward, I asked Maggie,

"What do you think babe? Do you think this might be something you would like to try?

I could tell that she was not liking what she saw at all. While she had been bubbly during her video presentation, now she looked like she had just eaten rotten eggs.

"Chet that was not doing anything for me. I don't think I would like to try that."

I was hoping she would see the link between the two video presentations, but I wasn't sure she had made the connection. I had to make sure I made the point and so I did.

"That's just like what I thought when you showed me those clips the other day. I had no interest in sharing you with anyone else for all these years and those videos confirmed that."

Things calmed down again but I couldn't help wondering what had happened to precipitate these two anomalous events. I did something then that I had never done before. One day when I was home and Maggie was out with her sister I went into her "studio" and looked at her laptop. She had no password and deleted nothing. There in the internet history was the story. First, there was MMF porn, then there was cuckold porn. Her most recent visits were about something called "Locktober."

Sure, enough two weeks later on September 15th my wife brought up Locktober.

"Chet I heard of something, and I thought it might be fun to try. It's called Locktober and it involves the guy wearing a chastity device for the month. He doesn't get to cum and so by the end, the guy gets super horny, and you have wild sex. I would really like to try it what do you think?"

She then showed me a video from some femdom explaining the whole thing more explicitly.

Luckily, I had snooped and was ready.

"It sounds interesting Maggie I think it would be fun to do that for 2 weeks with me in chastity and then you could do two weeks in chastity."

The look on Maggie's face was priceless. This was certainly not what she had in mind.

"No Chet that's not how it works, It's all about the woman getting to cum, you know to make up for the "orgasm deficit."

"Just wait a minute Maggie a deficit is an imbalance; it means one person has received an unfair amount of something and the other person is lacking. When we first started having sex we almost always both came each time. Sometimes you would even cum more times than me. That still happens. However soon after we were married you told me you didn't have to cum every time. You said you were happy regardless and you would make sure I knew if you wanted to cum so you wouldn't be lacking. Since then, I am pretty sure I have got you off every time you have wanted it. To say now that you are in deficit is disingenuous. Really you are being dishonest changing the parameters after the fact.

It is like me saying that we have a "foot rub deficit." I have given you thousands of foot rubs during the last twenty-some years and I have received none. I know you have offered but I have no interest in them. You however love them, and I give them to you with no expectation of any kind of reciprocity. Now I can't all of a sudden say you need to give me a month of foot rubs to make up for the 'deficit.'"

Maggie had to admit I had a point and was clearly not happy with the result of the discussion. However, afterward, she did let me take measurements for her chastity belt and then that and the cock cage were ordered. I will admit Maggie fucked me on September 30 unit my balls were empty, and I couldn't get it up anymore. Then she put the cage on me. The next week was a series of orgasms for Maggie on my tongue and fingers. Then halfway through my two weeks of chastity, she told me she wanted to get fucked. I expected to be released but instead, she pulled a strap-on out from her nightstand.

Now I did not know how this was going to go. We had only tried anal with me penetrating her before and not really found it enjoyable, so we never did it again. The topic of her doing me had never ever come up. I was not interested in trying but she had said she wanted to get fucked so I guess she wanted me to use the strap-on. The problem for me was the dildo was black. Sure, it was about the same size as me, but I was white. I didn't like the connotations but decided not to make an issue of it, two could play this game.

I put on the strap-on and proceeded to give her what she wanted. I noticed her eyes were squeezed shut the whole time we went at it, and I was sure she was thinking of someone other than me. She had a pretty big orgasm, but we didn't do it again. The last week of my Locktober was more of the same, with plenty of orgasms for her and nothing for me. Then on October 15th I was let out and took Maggie by storm. I made sure I fucked her until my balls were empty and I couldn't get up anymore. Then the chastity belt went on. After a week of blow jobs and hand jobs, I told her I wanted to fuck her. She right away told me to go get the key but boy was she disappointed when I came back with a blonde wig instead. I told her I wanted to fuck her tits, which we had done before, but I wanted her to wear the wig while I did it. She started to protest that she was not some "blonde bimbo" but after I pulled out the strap-on out of her nightstand she put on the wig.

I made sure to not give her a facial, those were out, but I did enjoy cumming between her blonde bimbo tits. She didn't mention it afterward, I know she got my point when i had pulled out the strap-on. I didn't make her wear the wig again, so it was more orgasms for me in the next week and none for her. When the belt came off on October 31st I made sure I brought my "A" game and gave her some loving to remember.

Things quieted down again and soon the kids were home for Christmas break. I occasionally looked at her laptop history and she was still looking at the cuckold and mmf porn. It really was inexplicable; we had never really looked at much porn before. Maybe I just hadn't noticed before and she had always done it. Yet her history didn't show that at all. It was mystifying. I decided I needed a plan to put an end to this. Me responding in kind to her or fighting fire with fire was working I thought, but I needed to take my fire on the offensive.

At our last meal before the kids left after the Christmas break I announced that their mom and I were going to an all-inclusive resort for our anniversary. It was almost three months away, but I wanted to get my plan in motion. Maggie was very excited and let me know it. Once I explained that it was an adult's only resort she became even more excited. You see I was working on the theory that you hear so much about the 40ish-year-old wife who thinks she's old and undesirable. Sure, she has an old reliable hubby who thinks she's all that and more, but he has to say that. In my case and I suspect in many more cases this is not the case; I really do think my wife is all that and more! Regardless I still had no idea what had precipitated these requests from my wife and all the interest in mmf porn. Therefore, I was going to show her how desirable she was with other men. However, I was aiming to do it in such a way as to cure her of wanting their attention. The weirdest thing of all was that outside of the strange sexual requests and sudden love of porn, my wife was still a great wife. We still did all the same things we used to, and she seemed to be happy.

Phase one of my plan was for us to make a New Year's resolution to get fitter. We weren't out of shape at all, I think we both looked good for our age, but you could always look better. Also, it would allow Maggie to be the Milf at the gym. There was no way she was going alone though so we went together three times a week. She of course needed workout clothes and bought what the young things were wearing, tight spandex shorts and sports bras. Maggie looked good in them and as the time passed looked even better. She also received plenty of male attention. This did get her pretty worked up, so every gym night also became a hot sex night for us.

I on the other hand dressed down, in baggy shorts and loose shirts. I attracted some attention from the ladies but nothing like Maggie's. I also noticed Maggie was oblivious to any of the looks or interest the other women were giving me. She was so caught up in being "hot" she missed it. However, no one acted on their interest in either of us in those three months. I made it clear by my speech and actions at the gym that we were a couple in love. It helped that there were plenty of singles there that were clearly available and it was interesting to see the dances of seduction that occurred.

I had done a pile of research before booking the all-inclusive resort. I told Maggie it was adults only, but I didn't tell her that it was 40 and older adults. I also told Maggie it was a five-star. This was true, I wanted the best for us. What Maggie didn't know was that this would inevitably skew the demographic at the resort to women. When I snooped afterwards Maggie's computer showed no end of websites about all-inclusive resorts. Soon enough she was looking at the swinger ones. I had not booked one of those, but she didn't know that. Maggie was watching all kinds of videos of threesomes and more at resorts. This definitely ramped up the amount of sex we were having and by the time we were about to leave, we were almost at our first year of marriage levels of sexual frequency.

Of course, she also went shopping before the trip. Her and her sister Martha bought Maggie hot new bikini's, dresses, and lingerie. Maggie and Martha had a spa day just before we left. They got the works, facials, pedicures, manicures, hair cuts, and waxing. Maggie became more and more excited as the day of departure drew near. When we arrived at the airport Maggie could only be described as giddy.

That first day on the beach worked out just as she had hoped. She was so pumped it was almost unbelievable! Every guy who looked made her smile; every guy that stared made her glow. It seemed to her that she was the focus of every guy's attention. She was floating as she walked down the beach. What Maggie didn't notice was the looks that I was getting. You might think I should have pointed that out to her, but I was not going to rain on her parade. I was pretty confident eventually she was going to realize what was going on. Meanwhile, for the rest of the day every move she made was watched by men and she couldn't help savoring the attention. She was vibrating by supper time, and I could hardly get her to eat. Once we were finished eating it was back to our room, and we tore up the sheets. I don't think she had ever been so horny the whole time we were married.

Afterward, she wanted to talk about all of the attention. This was the tricky part, compliment her popularity but make sure there was no hint we were going to invite physical attention by others. It went well enough; she was pretty tired out and couldn't come up with a way to speak directly about adding a third without spoiling the mood. She passed out from exhaustion, so far so good.

The next day we were going on an excursion. We were going snorkeling out by the reef and Maggie was dressed in one of her new bikinis with a beach cover-up that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The crew of the boat and the few guys on the excursion with us certainly took note and paid attention. The crew in particular made sure to fuss over her but by the time we had got out to the reef Maggie was starting to notice something.

What Maggie realized was that most of the people on the excursion with us were women. Women who were paying a whole bunch of attention to her husband. I sort of felt like a steak left out on the picnic table and the vultures were circling. I definitely noticed a change in Maggie at this point. She went from super excited with the attention to just excited as she tried to take in the men flirting and looking at her as well as keep track of the women leering at me. As for me I just kept paying attention to her giving her my full attention and making sure the compliments flowed. This was a five-star resort remember so although the crew was paying attention to my wife it all remained very professional. The female guests on the other hand were both bold and brazen. I was propositioned three times on that excursion. Maggie only heard one, but she was not impressed.