Life Goes On

3. Life goes on

Since then everything became "open", in that very sense. Something like, she texts or calls: I'll come today with a friend; or: I'll be staying at a friend's place, will be late. It used to be more often, but now it is about once a month.

Indeed, she comes with a "friend". Sometimes the friend has already been here, but usually, it is a new guy. There are long-term lovers as well, but they all live far away. I do not know where she finds "friends"; I never asked, it is none of my business.

The three of us sometimes have dinner, but more often we just drink a glass of wine and they retire to the guest bedroom. And she never (well, hardly ever) spends the whole night with him. She always comes to me afterward, after taking a shower. If she "stays at a friend's place" - the same thing, she is normally back with me at 2-3 am.

When the girls grew up, my wife got a job in a transportation company. And somehow she advanced very quickly: six months later she was already leading a team of six people, all of whom were much older than her. Well, she is smart, reasonable, thinks quickly, counts money well, has leadership skills, but it is still surprising. More precisely, it would be surprising if I did not know her. She instantly figured it out who were the people in charge, and behaved accordingly. As you imagine, there were "working" past midnight, "business trips", etc. But she got what she wanted: now she is her own boss, and things are going well. Covid, of course, has hit them hard, but the company continues to operate, and not at a loss.

I did not care about her fucking her senior colleagues to help advancing her career. But I was not happy that she, an almost non-drinker when we met, started to abuse. More and more often, she returned from midnight "meetings" tipsy. I did not say anything, but she herself figured it out and stopped. Now the maximum is a couple of glasses of wine a day, and not every day.

It somehow did not work out for us with group sex and swinging. Not our thing at all. My own first experience was on a professional trip in one of the developing countries. A colleague there suggested an MMF with one of his many local girlfriends, and I was a complete fiasco: I just could not get erected. Although the lady was quite cool, young and cheerful. She joined us during her lunch break. She was married, said that her husband did not know anything, and if he found out, he would kill her. There were other occasions, sometimes even successful, but, in general, it is not my thing.

We also tried it together, even went to a swingers club several times, and it did not work either. She herself prefers privacy. A couple of times I tried to ask what she and her "friend" were doing there (well, it's clear "what," but details!), and each time she escaped from answering. Peeking was out of question.

Naturally, I also started dating other girls. True, much less often than Petra: my libido is not nearly as powerful. Also, it's easier for a pretty perky girl to find someone than for a shy guy of ordinary appearance. But it happened anyway, my wife knew and had nothing against it. I rarely bring my girlfriends home in the evening, but I have irregular working hours, so I can do it at any time. I also profit from frequent professional trips. In short, I do not deprive myself from pleasures. It happens with colleagues, and with acquaintances, and with strangers. I also go to prostitutes, though Petra does not really like it, not out of jealousy, just because it eats money; but she never reproaches me in explicit terms.

Our daughters grew up, and, of course, they saw everything. Initially, they thought it was normal that mom walked around naked at home and often secluded herself with other men. Soon, they realized that our family was exceptional rather than normal, but they did not ask too many questions. Now they are young adults, and their personal lives are in order.

It is most interesting that Petra and I never specifically discussed this topic. There was no such thing as "let's sit down and talk how we are going to live from now on." Just, everything somehow got arranged like this, naturally and routinely. Like, she calls, "I'll come with a friend," and it sounds about the same as if she asked to buy some potatoes on the way home. This being so ordinary, so routine really turns me on.

At the same time, we have several clear rules that we both follow. Again, we never explicitly discussed these rules; everything just happened that way, with mutual tacit consent.

1. Always use condom for vaginal intercourse (we tolerate bareback oral sex with reliable partners).

2. She always takes a shower and thoroughly rinses her mouth between the lover and me.

3. The matrimonial bed is only for spouses. For a "friend" (or girlfriend in my case) -- the guest room or the sofa in the living room.

4. I always need to know that she is okay. If she is late with a "friend" or "for work", she notifies me. If it lasts longer than usual, she notifies again.

There are also long-term lovers. But they are all in other cities, one is even on a different continent. Sometimes they come to us, sometimes Petra visits them, but it does not happen very often. Once we went on vacation with one of them, and a few years later Petra traveled alone with him. I love it when they visit us, she is especially tender these days. Now, unfortunately, most of these ties cooled down, for various reasons, Covid in particular.

4. Epilogue

The text above was written some years ago, during the Covid pandemic. But some time ago a new long-term lover emerged. Petra's school years' friend, a classmate or so, came to visit us. She have not seen him for many years, but recently found him on Facebook and re-established contact.

He was going to our city to sort out some matters, and she invited him stay at our place, especially since we were going to be away for part of the time. He, of course, said the usual blah-blah, like he did not want to abuse our hospitality, he would rent a room, etc., but he did not resist for long. A good German will not miss the opportunity to save money.

I expected it to be as usual: on the first evening they would go to his bedroom together. But no: we had dinner, some cognac afterwards, small-talked, etc. and then he went to bed not followed by Petra. The subsequent evenings were the same, despite that Petra showed up in front of him in Eve's attire, openly flirted with him, sat on his lap, and he responded quite well. He caressed her tits a couple of times, but it did not go any further. In short, the "friend" suddenly turned out to be just a friend...

Then we left for a week, and, when we returned, other guests, quite prude, came to visit us, so we had to give up with all sorts of escapades.

The guests left only four days before his departure. And, finally it happened: after dinner, they retired to his bedroom...

A few months later, the guy relocated to our city and became a new long-term lover. Which is good, because all the others somehow evaporated. Well, we continue to communicate with them, but not much more: Petra went to visit one of them, but only for two days, and that was all.

Everything is fine with the new "friend". They meet regularly, both at our and at his place. We three went on a short trip once. She continues meeting casual partners, but less frequently than before.

Now he is again visiting us. They are already in his bedroom, and I am sitting in the garden (it's warm here) in sweet languor and waiting for my turn. Yeees....

Wow, while I was writing this, she suddenly came out to the garden in her beautiful nakedness, ruffled my curls, kissed me on the top of my head and went back there...

The life goes on.