I'm Mark, 41, and I've been married to Jan, 40, for 14 great years. I moved to this city after college because I received a generous job offer from a local company. Jan was also working there at the time, she had gone to the university here and decided to live here after graduation. I was very attracted to her from the start, who wasn't? One thing led to another, we fell in love and in two years we were married. Jan and I have an exceptionally solid marriage and two great kids. Like many other couples that have been able to maintain a successful marriage, we started doing different things to spice up our sex life, to try and keep things fresh and interesting. I have remained faithful to Jan, and I'm certain she had as well.
Over the last three or four years we have been using stories off the internet to enhance our sex life. We had been through a phase of watching porno's and we still do sometimes. But Jan really loves the stories and I can surely see why so many couples come to these sites and use the stories to get worked up. I call these stories 'instant foreplay.' When I print out a good hot story, Jan reads it and is ready to fuck right afterwards. At first I downloaded stories from different categories. But I soon noticed that Jan especially liked the stories about cheating wives, wives that fucked big dicked men, black or white. Jan seemed to especially like the ones when the females would loose control and become total sluts.
One Saturday I was taken by surprise when my wife came home from the grocery store and wanted to have sex...no foreplay, no movies or stories, just hurry up and fuck me right now sex. Having been married for so long, spontaneous sex was something we had not done for many years, especially at 3 o'clock on Saturday afternoon. The kids weren't home and we fucked right on the dinning room table. I should have realized that something had set Jan off that afternoon, I would learn what it was the following week.
On the following Tuesday when I got home from work, I discovered a voice mail from a strange man on our machine.
"Hi Janet, it's William...it is ok to call you at home...it was nice to see you the other day...I thought maybe I could take you out for dinner...of course your husband is invited too...you can reach me on my cell phone...the number is..."
What a suspicious sounding phone call, why wouldn't it be ok for him to call her at home? Something was up and I couldn't wait until Jan got home to give me an explanation. As soon as she walked in the door I replayed the message. As the recording played I paid special attention to Jan's reaction. She was acting a bit strange, anxious and fidgety.
"Well, who the hell is that?" I asked, breaking a heavy silence.
"Just a guy I knew in college?"
"A boyfriend?"
"Well, we dated off and on for a few years, it was nothing serious."
"How did he find you?"
"He was here visiting a friend and I bumped into to him the other day."
"I see, did he ask you out then?"
"Yes, but I turned him down, I told him I'm married, happily married." She said as if she was proud of herself.
"Why did he call you again then? He doesn't just want to catch up on old times, he wants to have sex with you doesn't he?"
I could tell Jan was uncomfortable about this. "I don't know?" she said, becoming frustrated with my questioning.
"Are you going to call him back?" I asked, curious to see her response.
"No!"
I was glad at her immediate response, but I also saw this as an opportunity to actually see what kind of guy she went for years before I ever knew her. I also sensed that although she said no, the idea of seeing him again did have her interest. "Why not? I think I'd like to meet him."
"Please don't push me on this...I don't think it's a good idea." With that she did a quick about face and went into the bathroom and closed the door, her way of telling me to leave her alone. Doing our duties as parents of kids kept our minds occupied the rest of the evening. We went to bed at our normal time.
It was a Tuesday and we never have sex on Tuesdays. I usually fall asleep fast but was having trouble this night, thinking about this man that apparently wanted to fuck my wife. By calling and leaving a message it showed he obviously didn't care if I knew of his intentions and he didn't accept her "no" for an answer. As I lay on my side I could feel subtle movements of the bed. I slowly turned and realized Jan was masturbating. I'm sure she thought I was asleep, and I knew that the phone call is what had made her horny. I eased myself over, much to her surprise. I place hand on her hip and then found her hard clit.
"Want some help?" she didn't say anything but the gyrations of her hips and the wetness of the area spoke loud and clear. Then I easily slipped three fingers into her soaking wet pussy. "Did your old boyfriend get you going like this?" she didn't acknowledged me but we both knew what I mentioned was true. Jan humped my fingers faster. "Jan, what day did you bump into him?"
"It was Saturday" Of course it was! It was the day she came home and practically demanded that I fuck her. The lack of hesitation of her answer told me that the meeting was entrenched in her mind. Seeing this guy again made her super horny. Now things were beginning to make sense.
"You want to fuck him again...don't you?"
"Yes" she barely whispered and she came violently. She must have been really worked up to have cum so fast and easily. After she recovered we lay in bed we talked.
"It's ok with me, call him, I'd want to meet him, tell him you we'll go to dinner with him."
"I don't know, that may not be a good idea?"
"Why not?"
