This is a true story. The events in this story took place in April 2011 and the names have been changed. I am the wife and this story is from my perspective. Chris will share his perspective in another story.
My name is Monica and my husband's name is Chris. We had recently moved from our home town where I was an executive at a local company. I made good money but the hours were long and I wasn't home with Chris much. I am prone to weight gain. Over the years of our marriage, I had let the pounds creep up and creep up on me. Chris hated the weight. He had dogged me about it until I was tired of hearing how unattractive I had become. The more he complained, the deeper I threw myself into my work. It was the only place that I felt worthy.
By the time we moved, Chris had given up and quit pushing me about my weight. Without my work to throw myself into and a husband that was home in our bed every night, but that was about as present as it got, I really ballooned. I was so unhappy with my life and didn't care anymore. I was married, but to a man that thought I was repulsive and hadn't touched me with love or tenderness or desire in years. The occasional hand job and dinner on the table was all I was good for. I had begun to look at Chris as a very unattractive person. How could I see him as anything but ugly and vile when he treated me that way?
Eventually I got a job at the local school and made some new friends. Life was starting to turn around. That's when Chris dropped the bomb. He had met someone else and had an affair with her! I was devastated. But, rather than throw him out and start over, I began to see the man that I fell in love with! He was still as handsome as he ever was. And I had spent almost one half of my life as his partner. Was I really going to throw that away? It took me about a minute to decide that our marriage was worth it and start making changes in my life. I lost a lot of weight and began being more attentive to him and what he needed. It amazed me how much I wanted to change once I rediscovered my desire for him.
So, after a year of healing and re-learning to love one another, there were still walls up all over the place with Chris. I knew there was no chance of our marriage surviving if I didn't find a way in. Our sex life had become better than it had ever been. We had sex 4 or 5 times a week at least; sometimes every night. With my renewed desire for Chris, I began to experiment. I learned that I loved to suck his cock. Lick his balls. Bringing him pleasure doing this was amazing. I found that I liked to be a little dirty when we had sex. I let him cum on my face all the time. And then ran my fingers through it and licked them clean. He REALLY loved that. We invested in a lot of sex toys. I discovered that I really liked him to fuck me in the ass while we had a dildo shoved deep in my pussy. That was the best! I would cum every single time! And we talked a lot during sex about how hot it would be to have a third person present. So, even though there were walls, there was absolutely nothing missing in the bedroom. Anyway, you get the picture. Things weren't bad between us. There just seemed to be something missing. Almost like Chris was going through the motions, but his heart wasn't in it.
One night while I was riding his cock and we were fantasizing about another man with us, Chris asked me if I would really do that. In the throes of passion, I said yes. He squirted cum deep in my pussy almost immediately after I said yes. Later, as we lay in bed together, he asked me if I was serious about letting another man join us. Being the "goody two shoes" that I had always been, I replied, "Yes, but with rules." I told Chris that only if the other guy didn't fuck me. I would let this guy lick my pussy and I would suck his cock. But no way would I be able to handle him fucking me. And Chris had to be there and be involved. This was, after all, for him. Not for me.
So, the next day Chris called me at work to tell me that he had posted an ad on a local internet site. He forwarded me the ad. I was extremely amazed at how intuitive he was with the ad. I can't remember the ad other than he referred to me as a big beautiful woman. It had been years since he had referred to me as attractive, let alone beautiful! I do remember that I couldn't wait to get home that afternoon. When I got home, we fooled around a little bit. Then he told me that I had gotten a lot of responses to my ad and we looked at the responses. There were tons of them! Most were of very young men with very crude descriptions of what they wanted to do to me that had pictures of their cocks attached. I am in my 40's and don't feel cougarish at all! So, these didn't appeal to me much. There was one ad in particular that piqued my interest. It was of a man that looked to be in his 40's. His response was to ask if I would enjoy a sensual full body massage. He didn't send naked pictures, just one picture of himself. He wasn't ugly, but definitely not someone that I would have given a second look if I had seen him on the street. But there was something about him and his response that caught my interest. His name was Bob. After looking at all those ads, we fucked like rabbits that night!
The next afternoon more responses had come. We looked through these. And I decided that I wasn't interested in any of these. Chris asked if I would like to call Bob that evening. I was nervous, but after a glass of wine I summoned the courage to call and speak with him briefly. His voice was very reassuring. He immediately put me at ease and put all my fears to rest. Chris continued to e-mail back and forth to Bob trying to find a time and place that we could all meet. I called him a couple more times. Of course, Chris was in the room each and every time I spoke with Bob. Finally an afternoon opened up that we were all available. We set the time and place! I was immediately nervous and excited all at one time.