How could she think this was going to be okay?
A wife thinks she deserves a weekend of sexual experience
As I drove to work, I thought again about the conversation my wife had initiated last night during dinner. This wasn't the first time it had come up, but the frequency of these conversations seemed to be increasing and I wasn't exactly sure why this discussion kept coming up and why it was important to my wife. She wanted me to tell her again how many women I had slept with before she and I became exclusive. She wanted to know if I fantasized about the past women, or thought about them when we were making love. Obviously the only answer you could give to that question was a resounding Hell NO!
My wife and I had been married for 5 years and although it might not have been a perfect marriage, I would have rated our marriage very high in terms of trust, respect, love, sex, friendship; in short, all the things that I deemed as being important in a relationship. I thought my wife felt the same way and I truly felt we were living the dream. Decent income from enjoyable jobs; good marriage; nice house in a good location, and enough money and leisure time to go on vacations and go out and enjoy good wine, food, and entertainment.
My name is William Harrison, but my friends call me Billy, and my wife's name is Molly. I'm a 5' 11" blonde haired, blue eyed male of Nordic descent, although I have enough Irish in me to fuel my occasional explosive anger. But that has been under control since my high school days, having been taught through multiple fights that it's better to use words than fists. I was in pretty decent shape, having grown up playing soccer and hockey year-round and having spent a lot of time in my basement lifting weights. I still jogged, played in an adult soccer league, and played some pond hockey.
My wife Molly had always had a natural sex appeal, with sparkling eyes and perfect skin, and lips that would draw you in when she smiled or talked. She had an easy way of making people feel comfortable and she could get people to talk to her about virtually anything, while she showed friends and co-workers how important they were to her by being a good listener and not judging them on the things they would tell her. This sometimes would border on flirting, or being too open and comfortable with people, but it hadn't ever been an issue for me and she had a way of stopping conversations before questionable behavior lines were crossed.
Molly did attract plenty of attention, because in addition to her sex appeal and bubbly personality, she had a body that both men and women envied. She was 5'7" tall, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and 34C breasts that were perky and firm regardless of wearing a bra or not. But maybe the crowning achievement were her legs and her perfectly shaped firm ass. She spent 4-5 nights a week at the gym to keep her firm and toned and it was her main release and enjoyment outside of work. I often told her that I had all I could do to not grope her every time she walked by me, and she had no problem with that.
When I really thought about it, Molly seemed to have the perfect personality; at least perfect for me. She had one sometimes annoying fault, and it sometimes generated emotional discussions between her and me, but rarely got to the level of a fight. The problem could be that once Molly made up her mind about something, she wouldn't let go of her decision. She believed she was right, especially in situations that were not scientific or lacked black and white data. This made her especially stubborn on some issues and I typically couldn't change her mind once it was made up.
We had both married right out of college, and had exclusively dated the last 2 years of college, so fair to say that Molly hadn't experienced a myriad of different sex partners before we got married. I on the other hand had gone pretty wild my senior year and summer of high school, and the first two years of college, bedding as many women as possible.
I guess I felt lucky that as a 19-year-old, one of the first of my sexual partners was an older divorced woman, who loved sex and had a lot of practice enjoying it. She taught me many things about pleasing a woman and about what really works in getting a woman to orgasm. Thanks to her I felt very comfortable in using my mouth, lips, hands and cock and in making sure I was pleasing the woman first, only taking my relief when I felt I had made the experience special for them.
I had explained this to Molly when she asked me how I knew how to please her and give her such pleasure, and she was thankful for what the long list of women had taught me but jealous that she had missed out on different partners and sexual experiences.
In our professional life, I was a mechanical engineer at Abbott labs, helping design and test the various injection molded components that were used in medical devices such as ventilators, IV-pumps and respirators. I liked the job as it was challenging and not really stressful and it afforded me enough money and leisure time to pursue other hobbies.
My latest hobby was gutting and restoring a 2005 Winnebago B class RV that Molly and I could take on week long trips up the North Shore of Lake Superior in Minnesota, or to the mountains, the ocean, really there was no limit of great choices.
Molly was a CPA and had a good job with one of the top 5 national accounting and consulting firms. This too was good pay, not overly stressful, and had some travel involved in occasionally accompanying a junior CPA on a company audit to assure they were covering all the bases correctly and that they were trained in the company's corporate way of providing customers with good service and insightful reporting.
Molly had been on a few trips in the last month with a new young employee named Andrew, who had just graduated from school and had now begun his 3-year stint to qualify and test for the CPA designation. Molly had once talked about how hot, confident, and outgoing he was after their first trip, but she hadn't said much about him since then.
Our life continued, with me spending more and more time on the RV and as I was getting closer to completion my excitement to hit the road with Molly increased. I did notice that Molly wasn't that outwardly excited about the whole thing and it somewhat concerned me, but I figured after one or two shorter road trips she would love it.
I also noticed that Molly wasn't quite as bubbly, outgoing and open in her communication and relationship with me. The sex was still great, hadn't diminished, and a few times in the last few weeks when Molly came home late from work, she had practically ripped my clothes off and dragged me into bed. The last time this happened I noticed her panties were wet and her pussy gushing when we got undressed and I could tell something was really making her incredibly horny.
After one of these intense lovemaking sessions that had occurred right after work, I went down to start making us dinner and Molly jumped into the shower. I decided that things were off in a few ways the last few weeks and I was going to ask Molly about it when she came down to eat.
Molly sat under the hot water in the shower and felt great about the love making that she and Billy had just had, but a cringe of guilt and apprehension also came to her. She had been going to lunches and the occasional happy hour with her co-worker Andrew, and most recently she allowed him to talk her into going to dinner and dancing. She knew this was pushing boundaries farther than she should be allowing and she knew that their conversations were getting more and more flirtatious and crossing the line of what a married woman should permit.
Hell, even here she was kidding herself. She was obsessed with this secret liaison and the idea of sex with a different man. She knew she was very physically attracted to him, and she knew she had made a decision in her mind last week to have sex with him. "I deserve this, and it's going to help me get this obsession out of my mind and get me back on track in my marriage."
