Suffering in an unhappy marriage, er, let's be honest, it was more than just unhappy. The emotional and verbal abuse directed at me for any or no reasons at all had ground me down and minimized me. I wanted to be wanted, even if only briefly or occasionally, even if the "wanting" wasn't real, and I knew it wouldn't last. Just a series of interludes that allowed me to feel some warmth, some intimacy, and some passion would work for me. It was impossible for me to anticipate what I was going to experience. Something very good was coming, but not without some lasting sorrow.
Our next door neighbors were a May-December couple with Carl being 18 years older than Sabrina. They had two kids, hers from her first marriage, and seemed to get along well. They witnessed some of the verbal abuse thrown my way by my wife. (Oh...I'm Brian, and my wife's name was Melissa.)
As my marriage was deteriorating Carl & Sabrina could apparently see how despondent I felt. Carl took me under his wing and offered to take me out with him to have some fun. The fun turned out to be driving me across the border into Canada to go to the "Canadian ballet". At 39 years old I had never been to a strip club in my life. It was definitely arousing and I'm sure my hard-on was quite noticeable. We stayed a couple hours then made the trip back across the border to home.
We pulled into Carl's driveway and he asked me to come in for a last drink for the night. I sat in the living room as Carl headed towards the kitchen. At least I thought he was going to the kitchen. In a couple minutes Carl reappeared and told me to come upstairs with him.
We went up and entered the first room on the left, which turned out to be Carl's and Sabrina's bedroom. Sabrina was awake. She told both of us to get undressed and into bed with her. Without any hesitation I stripped down quickly and hopped in, very happy to find she was undressed too.
I don't know if it was a fantasy they'd discussed or if this was a very kind mercy fuck being offered to me. They knew I wasn't getting any at home, so maybe they just wanted to kill two birds with one stone.
My cock was still buzzing from the strip club scenes, so I immediately inflated to full size once Sabrina began stroking me. She whispered in my ear to fuck her and I was obedient. I didn't last long, but I did empty a large load in her.
I knew this wasn't a sleepover, so I soon reassembled myself and headed to my house. I had no idea that this act of kindness, this mercy fuck, was going to lead to so much more. Change was very much in the wind.
Carl continued to work at becoming my sexuality mentor of a sort, contributing to my stripper education at various Canadian clubs, then some on our own US side. I noted that Carl frequently left me for long periods when we were out viewing strippers. I soon understood why in this pre-cellphone era we were now almost exclusively enjoying the US "ballet". Seems that using a pay phone to call a past and possible future lover was much cheaper when you weren't calling from Canada.