After my marriage to Carly ended in a bitter divorce, I took some time for myself, not dating at all. I needed to heal my wounds, and to find just who I was without the insane influence that Carly had become. It took three years from the time that I filed until the gavel fell in court. That was the time that I needed to find the old me. I did meet another woman. Helen. She was very attractive, to say the least. It took time for us to develop a relationship. My divorce was final just a short time prior to meeting her, and her husband had passed away just a little over a year prior to our meeting. In the short period of time that my life was blessed by her presence (she was killed by a drunk driver), she brought much joy and fun to it. As you'll see in the series of chapters to this piece of my life, she was full of surprises. The chapters will not be in chronological order. But they will be erotic...I hope. They will be full of extramarital sex and multi-partner sex, just some of the topics that this category of 'Loving Wives' is all about. Enjoy.
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THE DATE - Chapter 1
My mind was numbed by the reality of what was about to happen, trying hard to wrap itself around the fact that my wife Helen was dressed to kill, standing before me for approval of how she looked, and ready to go on a 'date'.
All I could say was, "Exquisitely hot!"
Her tall, slender body was sheathed by a navy blue short-sleeved dress that came halfway down her thighs. She wore navy blue satin pumps. Her hair was up in a very elegant bun to show off her magnificent neck. Her jewelry was perfect, as was her makeup and ruby red lipstick.
With that, she walked to me, gave me a passionate kiss, smiled, and told me that I didn't have to wait up if I didn't want to. But I knew that I would want to. And then she was out the door, in her car, down the drive, and on her way. No turning back from a course that had taking a few years to chart itself.
Helen is my second wife. She has been a bundle of surprises and sharp turns for me, never knowing what to expect next from her. We had been married two years, but had known each other in a romantic way for seven years before getting married. We met just nine days after my divorce from my first wife was final, introduced by mutual friends.
My first wife Carly and I had a very exciting sex and romantic life at first. However, after many years and many sexual experiences, a side of Carly that I never knew existed began to emerge. I increasingly accepted that fact that she had become someone that I dreaded growing old with. For our mutual mental well-being, I pulled the plug. I knew that she needed somebody in her life other than the kind of man that I was, and that I needed the opportunity to find someone who I was better suited to be with. That could only come with ending the marriage because we were both 'hard wired' to be who we were. Do I miss Carly? Sure, I do. More so, I miss the exciting sexual adventures that she and I had.
Helen was from a very conservative background. She was of Mediterranean descent, with a classical beauty that is found in that region. She had a work ethic that my first wife was clueless of, and was, therefor, extremely supportive of the needs of my career. Helen 'got me'.
As Helen and I courted, I found myself off balance most of the time with surprises and sharp turns. She had been widowed at a young age a little over a year before she and I met, and she had a daughter. I had been 'coached' that women from the Greek culture often didn't remarry once they were widowed. I also had a notion that, because her culture was conservative, women did not engage in sexual activity unless there was a wedding in the picture. I was wrong on both accounts.
She shared with me that she was not intending to get married, but that the 'once a widow, always a widow' concept was for those that lived in the old country. And, after a few months of talking and late-night phone calls, she invited me over for dinner, and then up to her bedroom. Apparently, the 'no sex without a ring on the finger' rule didn't apply, either.
Oh, could she fuck! She was absolutely ravenous. And she would orgasm so quickly, too, something that Carly often had difficulty in doing. Just my cumming in Helen often made her cum. I liked that. But what's not to like about that?
Whenever we would get together for sex, I would always have to leave in the middle of the night for my own home because she had young children. She did not want to expose them to anything that would upset or confuse them. Plus, she didn't want them sharing with others anything that they saw or heard. Helen was very private and very conscious of reputation. We would not get together every night; maybe two or three times a week. This served to make me extra horny whenever we did get together.
After a year into our marriage, we had developed a great confidence in our relationship. I would say that we probably felt secure enough to explore a little of each other's past. I was very curious about her, knowing that she did not always go with the grain. I had already shared with her the horrors of the latter part of my marriage to Carly and the ensuing ugliness of my divorce from her. As far as Helen knew, I had been with Carly and only a couple of women prior to Carly. What I had not shared with her was full the extent of my sexual activity. Helen began to brag a little that she might have had more sex than I had. If only she knew. But then, she wouldn't have known it because I was tight-lipped about it, and didn't divulge more than I thought she would have already surmised. Until I knew that she was ready for anything that I shared with her, I wasn't going to take any chances of her thinking that I had been sexually active while with Carly and after. But she had opened the door by boasting that she had sex with men other than her husband and me. The challenge was down!
I had to preface any confessions to her with the fact that I wasn't sure how she would handle it. She knew that they predated her presence in my life, so she couldn't be upset. She said she might even find them intriguing. That was the sign that I was looking for. I cautiously jumped out on that limb.
I related to Helen about a foursome that I had been invited into before I met my first wife Carly. A Marine friend of mine had two women with him at his house one weekend...his current open-minded girlfriend and an open-minded ex-girlfriend who remained good friends with him. I was renting one of the bedrooms in his house so that I could get away from the Marine base on weekends. Well, I had the hots for both of them, but when his current girlfriend came down to my room to make out with me and invite me up to my friend's room, I wasn't going to say, "No." I followed her upstairs, and then fucked her while my friend fucked his ex-girlfriend right next to us in bed. What an erotic experience that was! I was introduced into the world of swinging...and I liked it! But that was a one-time experience with them. The opportunity never presented itself again until after I met Carly.
