I must say that to this day I just do not understand the big deal about sex. It always seemed to me that pleasure between two people who like each other should be just fine and perfectly normal.
But all of these "rules" get in the way. Once married, one is not "supposed" to ever have sex with anyone other than the mate.
Ever again!
My wife Sharon was a little bit that way. She delighted in using her body with me, she delighted in letting people see her in "innocent" situations.
She seemed to get angry at the idea of me doing anything, though.
After the petting party with Sonny and Lori, Sharon seemed to get a bit reserved. Resistant, in fact. Our little trips out to do some flashing and get all turned on watching the reactions of guys who got peeks at her big boobs more or less stopped.
Sure, the party with Sonny and Lori had gotten wilder than I would have ever imagined, actually screwing his wife while he screwed Sharon was not something I would have anticipated.
But Sharon did fuck Sonny, and she did it eagerly at the moment. Then she seemed to go into the exact opposite mode. Somehow the fact that we had done that had been cheating in her eyes, even though we had both done it at the same time in the same room.
Every single time I slid into Sharon after that, I would get that vision in my head of Sonny's big cock sliding out of her and back in, all wet and glistening with her juices. The exact same place I was at the moment, it wouldn't leave my mind. It made me harder, knowing he knew, had felt her deep inside. He had felt her cram her pussy against him, felt her big breasts, tasted them.
I never let her know what I was thinking, though.
But Sharon was now convinced that I would "cheat" again. It didn't help one bit when I mentioned how much fun that was and wondered aloud if we would do it again. To me, sex with another couple, when it was both of us, wasn't cheating at all. To her? Hell, I never did figure all of that out.
I was late getting home from work a few times, this enraged her, I got accused of messing around, all sorts of things. Actually, I had stopped off at a tavern with some buds, drank a beer and shot some pool. The idea of getting laid by someone never entered my mind, I had nice pussy at home.
Yep, we fought, It got so I did my best to always be right where she thought I should be, I hated the yelling and all the fuss.
Sonny and Lori visited a few times, but somehow it wasn't the same. We did a barbeque, we did some bowling, but the swap we did was never mentioned at all.
Things seemed strained, too, finally we got together less and less. The relationship between Sharon and I got worse and worse, finally one day on the way home from work it hit me I didn't want to go home.
I just drove right on by, rented an apartment in the next town.
My job had progressed, I was middle management by this time, nice salary so money was no longer a problem.
There was more yelling, tears, all of the usual but I stuck to my guns, Sharon and I split. No children was helpful, she got a stipend and I got my life back.
So I dated. That really wasn't difficult, I always was cute and had a way of walking up and chatting with women like it was perfectly normal and I belonged.
There were a few necking sessions in cars down by the beach, a few even ended up in my bed. They all were more or less unsatisfying, I just could not help but to compare them to Sharon.
When Sharon wanted to fuck, and she was hot, she would actully seem like she was trying to get ALL of me inside her, that was a wild woman in the sack. So having a perfectly nice and pretty lady lay back and sort of "let" me just wasn't the same.
I was spoiled. The only other one who had ever acted like that was Sonny's wife, Lori. I guess I have to say I missed seeing Sonny just as much, we both liked to fish, hunt, bowling, just buds is the word.
I was wandering down the aisle at a local grocery, I had the usual single man's selection of frozen meals and soda pop and chips. Some bananas, my concession to a healthy lifestyle.
"Hey, Dan!" I heard behind me.
I looked around, here was Lori. She looked good enough to eat, it was one of those warmer than normal spring days outside so she had on some baggy shorts and a skimpy little halter top.
I had barely turned when she was wrapped around me like an Octopus, giving me a big sloppy kiss on the lips. Her braless breasts jammed into my chest and I was erect in about the time it took to think about it.
