I'm sitting here alone in this hotel room on a Saturday night wondering whether I made a huge mistake. You see, I allowed my wife to go out on a date tonight with a young college stud she just met at the bar a few hours ago. He was supposed to take her dancing to a local nightclub. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I'm wondering whether my wife is really out dancing with him or whether she is back at his place getting her married little pussy fucked by a strange cock. I love my wife and don't want to lose her to another man, especially not to a young college stud, but at the same time, I'm strangely aroused. My cock is hard just thinking about what the two of them may be doing together right now.
My wife Chrissy and I have been married only three years. While our marriage is still in its infancy, we are not strangers to married life. This is my second marriage and her third. Her other marriages as well as her other long term relationships all eventually failed due to the fact that Chrissy has an insatiable sexual appetite. This has in turn, led to her many infidelities, which consequently led to divorce or separation and her moving on from guy to guy. Personally, I was grateful for her infidelities, because otherwise, Chrissy would never have come into my life. Tonight though, I'm having my doubts.
Chrissy is in her early forties and comes in a hot little package. She's blonde, blue-eyed, 5' 3", and has a great little figure. She's flirty, dresses slutty, and as I mentioned, craves sex. She needs cock several times a day, which helps keep her young, energetic and in terrific shape for her age. Early in our marriage, I was able to satisfy her daily sexually needs every morning and every evening. Unfortunately, lately, I just haven't had the stamina to keep up with her sexual insatiability. This concerns me since the fact that her other husbands and lovers ultimately couldn't keep up with her sexual demands mostly accounted for her past infidelities. That's how I came to meet Chrissy.
She had been married to husband number 2 for five years when she sought me out for a divorce. I'm a small town attorney and agreed to represent her. It was a difficult case because the marriage broke down mostly as a result of several affairs she had with other men in the community. Most people might find her behavior to be reprehensible and immoral, but I slowly came to understand why Chrissy cheated as much as she did.
As part of the divorce proceedings, Chrissy underwent psychological counseling for her compulsive sexual behavior. Despite receiving professional guidance, Chrissy continues to remain a hypersexual person. While sexual addiction can be caused by some medical conditions or medications, in most cases the cause is unknown. According to her psychologist, sexual addiction is a compulsive behavior that a person performs in order to reduce feelings of anxiety or tension instead of to express sexual desire. At least, that's the excuse we used to explain Chrissy's infidelities in the divorce proceedings. My personal opinion is that she just likes sex and lots of it.
Despite this knowledge of her sexual proclivities, I fell in love with Chrissy. I knew that a relationship with her would ultimately cause me all sorts of grief and heartache seeing as how the odds of her remaining faithful to me would be very small based upon her prior history. But at the time, I was divorced and having difficulty finding anyone to whom I was the least bit attracted. As an attorney, I meet lots of pretty women every day, but they are usually either married or religious prudes. But Chrissy was different. She was fun and exciting. She openly flirted with me, and I struggled at times to keep our relationship purely professional. I reconsidered our relationship after her divorce was finalized. That's when I accepted Chrissy's invitation to help her celebrate her new found freedom with many drinks at the bar. As the evening wore on, she candidly confessed that there was nothing more she wanted in life, then to make passionate love to me. Her divorce celebration quickly moved from the bar to my bed and within two months, we were married.
While Chrissy promised to be faithful to me, given her past, I knew better. I'm certain she made the same promises to her other husbands and lovers. In the early throes of a relationship she can easily remain faithful. But as time wears on and her lover can't keep up with her sexual appetite, her tendency is to stray. Aware of this risk, I asked her to marry me, as my love for Chrissy exceeded my fear of her cheating and my fear of being alone.
Inevitably, into our third year of marriage, it became obvious to me that I would be unable to fully satisfy Chrissy's demanding sexual needs. My work, long hours and stress no doubt contributed to my inability to pleasure my wife's daily sexual requirements. On one occasion, when I was drunk and unable to maintain an erection, I stupidly proposed that she have sex with other men. I told her that I didn't want her to cheat on me but that it wouldn't be cheating if I knew about it. I would rather she engaged in consensual extra marital sex than ending up another divorce statistic. I told her I think I could handle it if she had brief sexual trysts with other men, so long as it was with my foreknowledge. The only problem was that we lived in a small town and she already had a bit of a reputation for sleeping around. She and I worked hard to rehabilitate that reputation, so an affair with a local resident wouldn't do. She didn't take my initial suggestion seriously at the time, blaming my intoxication. But on several other occasions, when I raised the subject again, she appeared to be more open to the idea. I guess I had planted in her mind the seed that was finally taking root this very evening in another man's bed.
We chose this warm autumn weekend to get out of town to attend a homecoming football game at my alma mater. As usual, we paid a visit to one of my old college haunts, a fun bar with a great jukebox and beer selection. We were drinking and celebrating my school's win along with a group of other alumni and current students prior to our dinner reservation. Everyone there was trashed and having a great time. As Chrissy walked across the bar to the ladies room, I noticed a group of young college men straining to get a good look at my wife. I could hear several of them commenting loudly amongst themselves about her perfect ass and that she was a "hot cougar" that they would fuck in a heartbeat. Chrissy was wearing low-rise, skin tight blue jeans and doesn't walk so much as sashay across a room, her hips swaying in a sexually suggestive manner, though I don't think she's even aware she does it. When one of these young studs caught me looking at them, rather than be embarrassed for getting caught red-handed by her husband, he raised his glass in my direction and nodded, as if to say congratulations on being married to such a hot piece of ass. I accepted his compliment and I raised my glass and nodded back. That's when it occurred to me that if she wanted, Chrissy could easily have her pick of any one of these horny young college guys who wouldn't hesitate to fuck her. Maybe this was the perfect time, I thought to myself, for her to have an extramarital affair or maybe just a quick fuck with one of these young studs. We were out of town and no one back home would know a thing. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but it was probably just the alcohol talking. Now, as I sit here alone while she is out on a date with her young college stud, I realize that I may have made an irreversible mistake. Yet my throbbing hard cock tells me otherwise.
Earlier tonight at the bar, I didn't reveal my idea to my wife, but instead stealthily started to set the wheels of my drunken plan in motion.
"Don't look now honey, but that table of young college studs was checking you out on your way to and from the ladies room. I heard several of them say they would love to fuck you."
Despite my admonishment to her not to look, she turned around to gaze upon the table of young men. Several of them turned to look at her and smiled. She smiled back at them. "Oh, sweetie, they're just drunk. I'm old enough to be their mom. They wouldn't be the least bit interested in me."
"Of course they would. You're hot and you're sexy baby." I reassured her. "That and they're young guys. Young guys are perpetually horny. I was once their age. If I would have seen you in this bar back when I went to school here, I would have fantasized about taking you back to my dorm room and banging you silly."
