I was on my way to the airport to pick up my wife, Kaylee. She along with her office colleagues had gone to New York for a business conference and was on her way back tonight. She usually doesn't get many opportunities to travel for work, so she was looking forward to this little getaway. I was right around the corner when she messaged saying she would be out soon.
I parked at the curb waiting for her, glancing at the main doors every few seconds. I saw her coming out, she noticed me waving at her and started walking towards the car. She had a smile on her face and she seemed elevated as she strode across the walkway. As always she looked gorgeous even in her loose top and jeans.
She has a nice curvy body, big breasts, a wholesome butt, and beautiful strong legs. She has long dark hair, almost touching her ass, that she keeps in a high ponytail when it isn't hanging loose.
Now Kaylee and I have been married for 10 years. Our marriage was far from perfect but with all it's ups and downs we still loved each other. Ours was a university love. We met in the freshman year, started dating in the last year and got married three years later. We had a terrific start to our marriage, as all newly weds have, but our sex life never reached it's full potential. Once the excitement faded I realized that sex was more of a matter of business to her. She always had a good reason for not having sex, but deep down I knew I was not able to satisfy her. When we met I had a well toned body and a six pack chest, but I was always a little below average in the penis size department. It gave me little confidence when she assured me that that size didn't matter to her.
Eventually I lost my shape and muscles and along with it our sex life. The number of times we had sex started reducing as the months went by and it would be a miracle if we did it a couple of times a year. We both accepted that our marriage had turned into a sexless marriage. I had tried many ways to spice it up but none of them lasted long enough. I brought up the idea of her having an affair or a one night stand to bring the excitement back. Maybe having wild sex with a strong stiff dick might restore her lost sex drive. But all this did was make her upset and furious. She accused me of not respecting our marriage and I crawled back into my shell of fantasizing about other women and what it would be like to fuck them. As I said, I loved my wife and didn't want to cheat on her but I did spend nights thinking about doing all the things with them that my wife wouldn't let me do. Things never went further than a fantasy, at least for me.
I got out of the car to gave me a quick hug, she gave me a peck on the cheek as we got back in the car and started driving home. I asked her about her conference, she gave me funny look and an offbeat generic answer. Something was off about her, something different but I just couldn't point out what. We reached home and had a quick dinner. The Jets were playing and I didn't want to miss the second half. I settled down in front of the TV. She said she was tired and wanted a shower, she kissed me and called it a night, while I settled down into front of the TV.
Five minutes into the game I realized that I have left my phone up and ran up to get it. As I crossed the ensuite door, I heard a faint moan from inside muffled by the running water. I stopped in my track to confirm what was happening. Now I know that she masturbates every time she is alone but it has never been so obvious. She sounded really excited and I wondered what had caused her to be this fired up. Another thought ran through my mind, may this could be my lucky day. I went back down and waited for her to get out of the shower. As soon as I could hear her moving about in our bedroom, I switched off the TV and went back up. She was already in bed and I lay down right next to her.
"What's happening with the game?" she asked.
"It's one-sided. So I lost interest" I quickly replied.
I gave her a kiss on the cheek. She smiled, said good night, and turned to the other side.
I hugged her from the back, spooning her, softly kissing her neck, my hands gently stroking her hair. She pushed away my advances, "Not tonight, I am too tired."
"I am really in the mood tonight!" I whispered, continuing my caressing.
She shrugged and asked me to go ahead and masturbate if I really wanted to.
"But I know you are in the mood too." I said eagerly.
"Not really. Why would you think so?"
I could sense the lie in her voice. I knew she was turned on. Something or somebody had made her all aroused. And I wanted to find out what it was.
"I thought you would be excited to see your husband after your trip. Unless you got all worked up thinking about some hot bloke you bumped into during your trip?" I joked.
She turned around and stared at me.
I continued teasing her, hoping to get some sort of reaction in my favour. "Was it someone on the airplane? Or was it at the conference?"
She didn't reply.
Usually when I bring up topics like these she gets pretty annoyed, but her silence encouraged me to prod her more. I carried on building my own fantasy. "Was he good looking? And hunky and ripped? And maybe he had a big penis down there that he really wanted you to see and you really wanted to play with?" I cracked up laughing.
"Yes" she said softly.
"What??" I asked her as I was jolted back to reality. I sat up. "Yes to what? Which part?"
"All of them."
"So there was a... How do you know... How did it happen?" words failed to link as my body went numb. I sat back, my brain all zapped as I slowly processed her answer.