Hunky Hank Saves Their Marriage

Hank seemed like the kind of a guy who could charm a housewife into his bed in the blink of an eye, and by the look on my wife's face when he was around he had approached that with my new bride. I wasn't positive, but the way she acted she could have been vulnerable, and it scared me a lot. I was determined to find out if he had done something to her that had put the big smile on her face.

We had only been married a few months, so I wasn't sure just how she would react to someone like him. Oh she'd told me about a few of those in her past, but what I wasn't sure about was what she'd do and with a guy like Hank. Did she really find him attractive or was that just my imagination? It didn't seem like I was imaging how uneasy she got when he was around, how almost giddy she became when he started to flex those arms he called guns.

I knew she liked sex, even bordering on the nympho stage when it came to oral, especially receiving, and I knew she had some exhibitionist tendencies around hot guys, especially those with 'big ideas'. She loved to show it off, and I figured with guys like Hank he liked to have it shown off to him.

Hank was obviously a ladies man and he didn't let any married guy forget it when the "little lady" was around. He had a reputation for sleeping with an awful lot of women, especially married ones. I wasn't sure my wife was susceptible to that kind of a come-on, but I didn't want to find out the hard way.

When I got home and found him there I got nervous. "What did he want?" I asked later. She said he just stopped by to be neighborly. When someone like Hank wanted to be neighborly that was when you should worry, especially when the neighbor was an attractive married lady like Claire.

It wasn't that I wanted to catch her, but my curiosity was at its peak. I had to know if she was doing anything organic with hunky Hank. Was he being neighborly when she was at the pool, in her skimpiest handkerchief-sized bikini, or even worse when she was sunning her whole self in the privacy of our fenced in yard? I just had to find out.

I took off early and drove to the street coming into ours. I stopped at the stop sign and looked towards our house. There in front of our house was Hank's double-wide pickup. I parked and walked the block to the house and went around to the side gate. I looked over the gate and sure enough Hank was being 'neighborly' with my wife in her tiny suit, the straps of her top were untied and she held her suit top with her hand as he put sunscreen on her back.

It would do if I burst in. She would resent my butting in and not trusting her. The fact was I was not trusting Hank, or at least trusting him to try something with my wife, and the something he would try was what she seemed to like to do most of all. She liked having sex and she did it so very well.

When he finished with her back he reached around and cupped his hands under her C cups, and she released the top and let it dropped to her lap. Then, as if on cue, she stood up and he pulled her bottoms over her ass and down her legs. He then proceeded to rub lotion over her bottom, focussing on the round cheeks of her ass and the crease between them.

After he finished coating her bottom, she turned to him and they kissed. As they kissed his hand went between her legs and slipped between her thighs and rubbed up and down her labia. I watched until I saw him mount her, then I turned and left, walking weak-legged to my car.

I drove around for an hour, picturing what I had seen in my mind. My wife was fucking Hank, and at my own house, in my own backyard. I wasn't sure what I was going to do. Would I confront her, yell at her, perhaps tell her to go? She was fucking the guy I knew had been pursuing her. I wasn't sure if I blamed her as much as him, but I also was angry at both of them. I did, however, love her and wondered if I could forgive her. I wasn't convinced being unfaithful was the worst thing a person could do. Could you love someone and have sex with someone else? Of course you could. I could. But would I be able to let this go. I wasn't sure.

When I got home she acted like nothing had happened, of course. We talked, although I was sure I was showing that I was upset. Finally, she asked me what was wrong.

"Well, I came home today and looked into the backyard." Her face went blank. "I watched what you did," I said. She looked devastated.

"Are you getting a divorce?" she asked as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"I don't want to," I said. "Do you? You obviously prefer Hank." She denied that it was true.

"It was only sex," she said.

"Isn't that what the man is supposed to say?" I asked. She said it was exciting, and that she didn't love him. She also said that I had always said sex was not that much of a sin. It was true. I had said that, but that was to cover my ass not hers. I had been proselytizing to protect myself not my wife for having an affair. Now I had to decide if it was true. She looked destroyed, and it actually hurt to see her in so much pain. Now I had to come to grips with what I had said.

"Could you stop seeing him?" I asked. She simply nodded. "Has our sex been so tedious lately?" I asked in a moment of clarity. She sat and thought, then she nodded slowly. "Okay, I said, "we can work on that. Maybe we can make it better. Maybe you can tell me what would make it better for you."

It was true I did not want our marriage to end. I was not tired of her. I did love her. If it was worth saving, I should do my part.

"More oral," she said, quietly, honestly, stating something I had not expected, beginning to laugh at herself. It was true, we had less oral sex than we used to. We had less sex than we used to. Things got busy. Work, family, friends got in the way. Life seemed to squeeze sex out of the picture.

"I hear some couples engage in sexual roleplaying," I said. "Talk about their fantasies, play out sexual storylines, things like that."

"I would like that," she said. "I know it is not all you," she said. "I get busy. I am with the girls constantly," she said referring to our two teenagers. "I think we need to allow time for each other, together," she said with a sad smile. "I went to Hank because I was bored. Not so much with you, but with myself. I will do whatever it takes," she said with commitment, "to put us back together."

We began planning times to be together, times to have sex or just go on dates. We went to movies, out to dinner, just the two of us, and we started thinking of ways to add spice to our existence. We held hands like teenagers, and I began to help her pick out outfits that were, in my humble opinion, sexy and revealing, usually both. She bought panties that I could take off of her, and I planned to do just that. We vowed to have more oral, both giving and getting, and watched videos of couples pleasuring one another with their mouths, attempting to see new ways to give oral pleasure.

Our watching porn to learn new techniques to enhance our lovemaking had unexpected side effects. We both began to enjoy watching others fuck and suck each other, and we became aficionados of pornography, sometimes choosing to have it playing as we fucked, letting the sound ad to our experience as we made love, letting it be the soundtrack of what we were doing.

Claire started to have her favorites, men she could recognize from video to video and began to even cheer them on as she watched them whoever they were with.

It turned me on greatly to have her recognize a cock or it's owner and groan with pleasure from the sight of him thrusting into his partner or pleasuring her with his lips and tongue. As I slid into her we would watch the screen and let the sight help build our orgasms even higher. Sometimes I would come with those in the video and the timing would help raise the intensity of our climax.

She loved watching oral as I ate her pussy, and many times I couldn't tell if the squeals were coming from the videos or my wife. It didn't matter because whichever they were became part of the soundtrack of our sex. I would spread her labia with my fingers as the man on the screen would do the same and I would reach into her with a pointed tongue, hooking it into her, searching for her G-spot, tasting her pussy juice as I ate.

I had an inspiration one night as we watched a couple fuck and fucked right along with them. "Does he make your clit hard?" I asked her as he fucked the woman under him.

"Oh God yes," she sighed. "I would run a marathon with boots on through fire to have him in me," she said with a grin. I told her I understood, and at that moment I knew it was true. I understood and realized now that I did not mind if she had desires for other men, and I guess I had Hank to thank for that. It was him that put us on the path to redeem our marriage and as I watched her gaze at the men in our videos I knew that I was in a better place than I had been.

When we were getting our videos we were in an adult bookstore and I pointed to a display of dildos and she picked one up and held it against her cheek. "I think I am in love," she cooed. "Take my picture," she said, "with my new boyfriend. Would you be jealous of Big John," she asked.

We began to examine them and study the display. She looked over the ones they had and picked three that she liked. Then she bought a booklet on the best in dildos and decided to study up on manufactured penises.

She brought it home and for days she studied the recommended dildos and we went back and bought two: one they called Big Charley and one they called El Tigre.

She had become an expert on artificial penises, and was eager to try each one. When we got home she undressed and motioned me to follow. In the bedroom we undressed and she climbed on the bed and spread her legs. "Let me try El Tigre," she said, lifting her knees and offering me her pussy.

I placed the tip between her labia, moving it up and down to wet it. She put her head back and closed her eyes. I pushed it forward and the end parted her pussy lips and moved into her. She sighed and I pressed it farther in. Her knees moved wider and she pulled in a breath.

i drew it out a few inches, then pressed it back in quickly, then repeated the maneuver many times and she began to breathe faster and it was clear an orgasm was coming. When she came it was in a long and shrill cry that drew her body up tightly and she tensed up and came in an explosive climax that caused her to nearly scream out and clench her fists.

I held it in her until she came down and her breathing came back to normal. Finally, she grinned and put her arms out to me. I kissed her and we cuddled together and she relaxed with a sigh.

"That was really good," she said quietly. "Thank you, baby. We make a good team," she said, "you, me, and El Tigre."

I put my arms around her and pulled her to me. "We'll try Big Charley tomorrow," I said with a smile. She nodded and kissed me. It was a good kiss and I looked forward to years of them coming just the way that one had, with love.