While this story is intended to stand alone, you may wish to read "Happy Birthday, Sweetheart" to learn what led Don and Marilyn to the point where this tale begins.
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A bit better than a year ago, I'd caught Mar - my wife, Marilyn - cheating on me with her brother-in-law. The affair hadn't been going on for long, but it still took me some effort to get past her infidelity. The alternative was to split up, and that wasn't an option as far as I was concerned. I love her too damn much, and I know she feels the same. She's gone to great lengths to make amends for her actions, so we're headed in the right direction, and it's going well.
Although she couldn't give me a solid answer as to why she had fucked around on me, I was pretty sure it all started with a bit of boredom and a lack of excitement in our love life, and after some discussion, she agreed with my assessment. Some months afterwards, thinking that we still lacked that excitement, I had suggested that we consider swinging or opening our marriage to include others, as a means of spicing things up. Mar wasn't very enthusiastic.
She had concerns about two things, one being that she'd be cheating on me again by meeting and having sex with another man. I told her that, if she did invite another man into her bed, it could only happen with my knowledge, and when it did happen, it would be with my permission. With permission granted, it would not be cheating, but consensual.
Her second worry, and the one that I had more difficulty convincing her to accept my word on, was that she could lose me to a woman that I might hook up with. She didn't seem to be as confident in the solidity of our marriage as I was. I reminded her that I had gone through hell to keep our union intact after her infidelity, and wasn't about to jump ship after almost twenty five years together. In addition, I told her, the same rules applied to me as to her, and I'd have to have her OK to pursue any strange pussy. She was skeptical about the idea, but over time, and a lot of sexy pillow talk, she came to like the idea.
However, it was a huge leap from talking about it to actually doing it, and because it wasn't an item that was hot on our marital agenda, it didn't seem to be going anywhere.
That changed one Friday evening, not long ago, as we sat together watching our favorite crime drama on the tube. As the program wrapped up, Mar leaned over and kissed me tenderly, and whispered, "I think I'm ready to do it."
I had no idea what she meant. "Huh? Do what?"
"You know, what we've been talking about for ages."
It suddenly clicked, and I knew, but I wanted her say it, so I played it coyly. "What's that?"
"You know, what we talk about in bed sometimes..."
I could see this back and forth was frustrating her a bit. Her innate modesty kept her from saying the words easily, but if she was going to go out and actually do the dirty deed, I though she should at least be able to say the words, and that's exactly what I told her.
"You have to say it, Sweetheart."
She blushed bright red, and with her eyes downcast, she whispered. "... let another man fuck me."
She looked up at me and smiled shyly, "There, I said it. I've decided that... I mean that I know a man I'd like to.... have sex with."
"I think that's great," I chimed, "Who's the lucky guy?"
She wasn't ready for such a positive response from me.
"Are you really sure about this?" she queried.
I nodded. "Is he a nice guy? You wouldn't be putting yourself in danger in any way, would you?"
"Of course not. I've known him for several years, and he's a great guy and a really nice person."
"You're sure?" I asked, knowing that Mar was a darned good judge of people.
"Yup" she replied.
"That's all I need to know." I went on, "but... if he's that great, you're not going to fall for him, and leave me, are you?"
That comment drew a painful punch on the shoulder. "Bastard!" she looked angry. "I'll never love anyone but you."
I looked into her eyes. "That's my one fear with this, Mar. There's always a small chance that you could fall for him? If that started to happen, I'd want you to tell me and then stop seeing him before it got out of hand. Do you promise to do that for me?"
She looked at me, and stood, turned and straddled me, and gave me the longest, most passionate kiss we'd had in a long time. "Does that answer your question, Buster?" she said when we finally pulled apart.
I felt reassured and went back to our earlier topic.
"So, who is this lucky dude, where do you know him from? Give me the scoop on the guy who's going to be experiencing your hot body."
She blushed again. "His name is Larry Spears, he's a sales rep for one of my suppliers, and I've been dealing with him for almost five years. Actually I don't handle the parts his company supplies any more. Melissa does now, but we worked together for so long, he still calls to chat regularly and always stops to spend some time with me when he's in the office."
She paused, then went on. "As I said, he's very nice. He's always a gentleman, not like a couple of the salesmen that call on me. They're lecherous creeps, always staring at my breasts instead of looking me in the eye."
She scowled, thinking of them, and then carried on. "I think he's in his late thirties or early forties, about the same height as you, maybe a bit heavier, dirty blond hair and clean shaven."
"So, is he good looking?" I asked.
"Quite." Mar replied enthusiastically. "I mean he's no movie star, but quite handsome. Why? Does it matter?"
"No, not at all. I just want to be able to visualize the guy who's gonna be banging my wife."
That got me another punch in the shoulder. "You're awful!"
I made as if I were offended by her treatment, and she responded with an "I'm sorry" and another nice kiss. I took the opportunity to cup her breasts and squeeze them gently.
"I'm sure he'll like these."
