The pair met as juniors in college. They didn't date until they were seniors, but within a month they were practically joined at the hip. Marcus was 6-2, 185, with blond hair and strong, handsome features. Traci was 5-5 with long brown hair to the middle of her back and a lithe athlete's body. Traci was the more outgoing of the two, Marcus the more introspective.
The two married two years after graduating. They quickly moved up in their respective fields and enjoyed all the freedoms and perks of being "Dinks"--double income, no kids. Not having children was not a deliberate choice of either, but the pair figured they would go in whatever direction was natural.
The two always enjoyed a vibrant sex life, using a variety of positions and some occasional toys. They had slowed down some from their 20s, but still enjoyed sex two to three times each week. Marcus always made sure his wife got several orgasms each time they enjoyed each other.
Traci wasn't looking for an affair when Will started working in the same building. Yes, she, like all the other women in her building, had noted that Will was a handsome hunk, practically oozing charisma. She had several occasions to come into contact with him in a professional setting, and always came away impressed.
The pair hadn't worked on a project together until two months previously. The first time Will leaned in to make a point on something, Traci was practically overwhelmed by the man's personal scent, and surprisingly, felt her pussy moisten. The deep flush of her face, neck and upper chest didn't escape Will's attention.
Will was an experienced skirt-chaser, who didn't care if his prey had a wedding ring on her finger or not. For her part, Traci started to look forward to days where she was going to work closely with Will. Her body continued to respond to the young man's magnetism, and she started to dress a little sexier than usual on the days she was scheduled to see Will, wearing tighter clothes and unbuttoning her blouses lower after getting into the office. She was aware she was playing the flirting game for the first time in her married life.
The occasional "working" dinner with Will came soon after. Traci told an unsuspecting Marcus that she was working late and would grab a delivery dinner at the office. Marcus had no reason to not trust his wife of 16 years.
Marcus had a short weekend trip about six weeks after Traci and Will started their collaboration. Traci had volunteered that information to Will, who did the expected and set up a Friday night dinner for the pair.
As Traci expected, it was a flirty dinner, with lots of personal touches by both. Traci felt empowered and excited, and not the least bit guilty. When Will suggested they go to his apartment for a nightcap, Traci didn't hesitate. After not having sex with anybody but Marcus for the past 18 years, she was about to experience something different, something new. In her mind, this was right. It was owed to her.
When Traci awoke, she and Will were entwined in his bed. She felt magnificent, alive, complete, peaceful. The pair had spent several hours in Will's bed, fucking hard the first time, making slow love the second time. Traci thought back to the numerous orgasms she had. Will's cock was a little longer and thicker than her husband's, and it was obvious to her that he had more technique than Marcus, in addition to having more stamina. Her throat was a little sore from her continuous screaming and moaning. To say it was the best sex of Traci's life would be a grievous understatement.
Thinking of Marcus in comparison to Will was the first time Traci had thought about her husband since she and Will entered his apartment. Will swept her off her feet, metaphorically, and completely rocked her world. There would be more of this in the future, she knew.
The future came less than two weeks later on a night when Traci told Marcus she was going to be working late. The pair left straight from work for Will's apartment and got right to it as Traci knew she was on the clock, so to speak.
Traci was in a bad mood when she got home a little after 8 PM. The sex was otherworldly, but in her mind she blamed her husband for she and Will not being able to go at a more relaxed pace, and not having time for a proper wind-down. When she walked into her house, Traci never acknowledged Marcus and headed straight to the shower, knowing she smelled like Will and sex. Traci knew her unsuspecting husband would have no clue that she had just spent several hours having better sex than she ever had with him.
Marcus had another weekend trip planned for two weeks later. Traci gleefully made plans with Will, this time setting the tryst for her own house. She knew she would feel especially comfortable in her own room and her own bed. For his part, Will took the location choice as Traci aggressively moving their relationship to a new level by cuckolding her husband in the couple's marital bed.
Traci's comfort level definitely helped her enjoyment of the festivities that Friday night. She was in full voice when Marcus showed up midway through the second coupling of the night for her and Will.
*****
Although Marcus thought he was pretty straightforward with his desire for a divorce, Traci fought the action. Her attorney suggested and the judge agreed to a half-dozen marriage counseling sessions.
"What do you expect to gain from these sessions, Mrs. Rains?" the counselor asked Traci at the start of the first session.
"I want to keep my marriage, Dr. Albertson. I know Marcus loves me and I love him. I made a mistake and I want to show my husband that I am willing to do whatever it takes to keep him," Traci said.
The counselor then asked Marcus for his response to Traci's statement.
"First of all, let me state that I do love my wife. However, I disagree that she made a mistake. A mistake in my mind is a one-off. When you keep repeating the action you call a mistake, it is a deliberate action and no mistake; especially when you go back to the well to slake your thirst, so to speak," Marcus said.
"There would be no more trips to that well, Marcus. It would just be you and me from now on. Forever," Traci said.
"Once you went to that well the first time, there was no more you and me, Traci."
Traci smiled brightly during the exchange like she knew something he didn't, Marcus thought. He noticed the counselor seemed to be picking up on Traci's vibe and smiled back at her.
Marcus reached into his pocket, took out his phone and started the video he had recorded of Traci and Will having sex in his marital bed. Traci suddenly looked stricken, and the counselor tried vainly to get Marcus to stop. Marcus sat calmly watching the entire 10 minutes before finally stopping. Both women looked incredulous.
"That was incredibly rude, Mr. Rains," admonished the counselor. "Another display like that and I will report it to the judge, who could then cite you for contempt."
"I certainly wouldn't mind spending a couple of days in jail, Dr. Albertson. That would certainly steel my resolve to end this marriage," he said. "But I think you missed my point entirely, Doc. You heard things today you didn't get from the court briefs. Traci's lawyer didn't lie to you, but she didn't exactly tell you the whole truth, now did she? Did you hear Traci having what she admitted to me was the best sex of her life? She has said she doesn't regret the action, which tells me that she would gladly do it again if she felt she could get away with it. Hell, she'd still be doing it if I hadn't caught her. She's never apologized for cheating. She's only apologized for hurting my feelings. I could never trust her again. That's not what I call a marriage."
"But I would give him up for you, Marcus!"
"How magnanimous of you, Traci. You'll give up your lover to keep your husband.
"You talk to her, Doc. I'm done wasting my breath."
The counselor sat quiet, looking more stricken than concerned. Marcus had made his point.
Epilogue:
The counseling sessions ended that day. The divorce was final in six months.
Marcus wound up going to a mental health counselor for several months in an attempt to put his life back together and come to grips with his lack of trust of women.
Traci didn't wait for the divorce to be final to jump back into bed with Will. Marcus being out of the way upped the frequency of sex for the pair, and by the time the divorce was final, Will was living in Marcus' old house with Traci.
Traci was entwined with Will after a couple of sessions of enjoyable but far from amazing sex. While enjoying the afterglow, Traci had to admit the days of amazing sex were few and far between these days. She wondered if it was simply a case of becoming familiar with her partner, or was it that without being married there was no longer the thrill of the illicit. She definitely knew that unlike with Marcus, there was no love involved. Maybe, just maybe, she admitted to herself, she might have traded a lifetime of love for a small amount of amazing sex.
A tear slid down her cheek.
