Saving My Marriage

SAVING MY MARRIAGE

CHAPTER 1

My name is Ryan Coulter. I'm 34, relatively good looking, medium build, have all my hair, reasonably intelligent, and successful. My wife is Michelle. She is 30, medium length blonde hair, nice figure, has had breast implants, is very pretty. She is also intelligent and successful. We both do computer programming, but for different companies. She works from home. I do some from home, but I actually prefer going to my office.

I love Michelle very much. She is my life. We've been married 12 years. We met and dated in college, then married after graduation. No kids, but we planned on having 2. Hopefully 1 boy and 1 girl, but we would not be disappointed if we had 2 of the same.

We bought a house 3 years ago after living in an apartment up until then. It's very nice but we wanted to completely remodel it to make it exactly what we want. But we haven't gotten started yet.

About 9 months ago I made a huge mistake. Michelle was at a conference in Atlanta. I went to a co-workers birthday party. He was turning 40 and wanted one last blowout before being 'over the hill'. He went all out. Had caterers, a band, and an open bar. It was at his and his wife's house in the country.

We all got pretty loaded. And smoked up. I danced with several different women that evening. Some married, some single. Just dancing, nothing else. As the evening wore on and people started leaving, I was sitting on the front porch with Vic, the birthday boy, his wife Gloria, and another co-worker, Ron. I was sitting in the porch swing. Vic's little sister Marilyn came out and sat beside me. We all talked and joked about Vic getting old. Soon we were the only 5 left.

The band had packed up and left so we had put on a few vinyl albums. We had some more drinks and some more smoke. Marilyn asked me to dance with her. We had danced earlier. While we were dancing Vic and Gloria started making out. They soon said they were going in but we could stay as long as we liked. In fact, Marilyn was staying over. She was from out of town.

Marilyn is a beautiful woman. She's 35, brunette, petite, with a great figure. She probably doesn't weigh 100 lbs.

As we danced and talked and joked she laid her head on my shoulder and we just swayed to the music. Pretty soon she looked up at my face and I leaned in and kissed her. Things heated up very quickly and my hands started roaming. I knew this was wrong but I was drunk enough and stoned enough to not have control. We headed upstairs to the spare bedroom she was staying in. At this point Ron said, "I guess that's my cue to leave. See you at work Monday."

Our clothes came off and we tumbled onto the bed. I thought of Michelle a few times as we made love and felt guilty but not enough to stop. I got up and went home after we made love.

I slept good and woke up the next morning with a hangover. I thought about the night before and knew I had screwed up. I also knew I was going to have to hide it from Michelle at all costs. If she ever found out she'd divorce me in a heartbeat.

CHAPTER 2

About a month later Michelle and I were at my company picnic. She was talking to a couple of ladies behind me. Ron came up and said, "That was some party at Vic's wasn't it? I assume that was your wife you went upstairs with?" I tried to shush him and hoped Michelle didn't hear. But she did.

She stepped around in front of me and said, "WHAT!?"

Ron said, "Oh shit. I'm sorry. I really did think it was your wife. I gotta go."

I said, "He was just kidding. We joke around all the time. He knew you were right there. Just trying to get me in trouble."

"Well it certainly worked. Who was she? What happened?"

I was too shocked to say anything. And didn't for a few seconds. I guess that was enough for her to know it was true. She stormed off. I went after her.

Needless to say it was hell at home the rest of the day. And the next. And the following weeks. I admitted to what I had done. I thought it would be best to be honest and get it out in the open and maybe we could work it out. But she wasn't ready to try to work it out yet.

We slept in separate bedrooms and didn't talk much. We both did express a desire to get through this and stay together. But she said she needed some time first. We made an appointment with a marriage counselor.

CHAPTER 3

A few weeks later a thought entered my confused and hurting mind. If she cheated too then we'd be even and we could get on with our lives. I didn't want to think about her screwing another man but if it would fix this then I would bite the bullet and let it happen. Only thing is, she would never do it. She's way too conservative, and she has high morals and standards.

I devised a plan over the next couple of weeks. It took a lot of digging and phone calls to put the right people in place as she was going to be hard to convince. Not that I was going to talk to her about it.

I told her I wanted to start the remodel on the house we had been talking about. She said go ahead, do whatever I wanted.

I arranged to have different people there at different times. I wanted good looking, hunky guys. But they had to know what they were doing, also. I had heard her make comments about men sometimes if they were handsome or muscular. Especially with her girlfriends, just as men do with their friends. Maybe not as crass or crude, but sexual in nature. I knew what turned her on.That's why I wanted that type only.

CHAPTER 4

I informed all of the men I lined up what was going on. And that I wanted one of them to maybe not outright try to seduce her, because that would scare her off and get you fired, but some heavy flirting. Show off their muscles, some teasing, that sort of thing. And I told them I did want one of them to screw her and I was okay with it. But it wasn't going to be easy. And I showed them a picture of her. Some declined and I moved on to the next until I had several that were willing. Some of them told me I was crazy, that it was stupid to play with fire. Maybe they're right, but my marriage was all over the way it was.

First up was a carpenter to tear out a wall, build a walk-in closet, and change some other things. He came in the following week with 2 of his helpers. 1 of which was also well built. I showed him what we wanted and told him to talk to Michelle with any questions or concerns. I told her to let them know what she wanted.

We already had an elaborate security system in the house. I could see and hear every room of the house remotely. I started monitoring the cameras regularly. I went to my office every day to leave them to it.

Bobby, the contractor, played his part well. He worked shirtless much of the time, and had a very muscular physique. He also wore tight pants or shorts and had a nice package from the looks of the bulge. He made it a point to ask Michelle lots of questions and to show her what they were doing. I observed her watching him several times.

When he talked to her he would sometimes hold her shoulders to guide her to look in the right direction. Or stand behind her with his groin against her ass. She always pulled away but hopefully it was having the desired effect.

There were a few times when they were talking that she would touch his arm briefly, and once his bicep, and even his pecs once. Over the course of the 3 weeks he was there she seemed to make it a point to see him often. Maybe to bring something to drink, maybe to ask a question, or just to see how the work was progressing. All in all I think it went well. He made plans to come back to do more after the electrician and plumber did their part. He said to call if she wanted anything else done.

CHAPTER 5

Michelle took a leave of absence. She said it took up too much time with the contractors for her to get any work done. She said she didn't have anything pressing right now anyway. And we had started counseling once every other week.

The plumber and the electrician were there at the same time many days. The electrician wasn't particularly muscular but he was quite handsome and had great hair. He also had a hairy chest which Michelle likes. He didn't go shirtless but it was always unbuttoned. Sometimes he would put his arm around her and tell her to visualize what a light would look like at this place or that place. He had his arm around her waist as he told her about the bathroom lighting and how it would enhance her natural beauty. He sat her at the vanity mirror in the bedroom with his hands on her shoulders telling her about the lighting there, and added how soft and perfect her skin is.

The plumber wasn't particularly good looking or hunky, but one of his helpers was. Daryl was 28, tall, well built, good looking, and very friendly. I filled him in on the plan. He readily agreed. He did all the talking with Michelle, and she likes talking. He called her into the room we were changing into a laundry room one day. He said he needed to know where the washer and dryer were going to sit so he'd know where to put the faucets and drain.

She showed him and he got on the floor to mark where to drill. When he looked back at her to tell her what he was doing, he paused and stared for a few seconds. He said, "Wow! Forgive me for saying so Mrs. Coulter, but you've got great legs." She had on a fairly short skirt and pantyhose. She does have great legs. She blushed a little and said, "Well, thank you. And you can call me Michelle. Mrs. Coulter makes me sound old."

Dickie, the electrician, had a kid working for him that was maybe 20. Good looking kid, and seemed pretty nice. But he was the typical horny kid. So he didn't have to be told to flirt with Michelle. She wouldn't have anything to do with a boy that young anyway. But he sniffed around her like a dog in heat. And said flattering, flirty things all the time. Got close to her every chance he got, and touched her whenever possible. He wasn't in on the plan but he was kind of an added bonus, as I know Michelle likes attention, and likes knowing she turns guys on, as do most women I believe.

I noticed Michelle seemed to be dressing a little sexier now, and making sure her hair was fixed, and that she had her make-up on. She was definitely liking the attention.

Dickie asked Michelle to come into the den one day. He said he had an idea he wanted to toss at her. He asked her to sit on the couch. "Now, hear me out." he said. "You and your husband are sitting here watching a romantic movie on the big screen TV I'll put on that wall. And maybe having a few drinks." He sits beside her on the couch. "Now. It's a little too bright in here. So hubby picks up the remote (he feigns picking one up) dims the lights I have installed, puts his arm around you (which he does) and snuggles closer to you", (which he also does). I can see she is a little nervous about his arm around her but she listens and plays along. "Now. As the movie gets boring hubby picks up the TV remote and turns it off. And takes the remote for the sound system I will install and puts on some romantic music. Maybe something slow and sultry and dims the lights some more. Then things heat up and you start making out (he doesn't kiss her or anything but he puts his other arm around her and pulls her tight against him), and well, you know what happens after that. What do you think? Should I install the lights and sound system and TV?" He's still holding her when he asks this.

She squirms out of his hug, which causes her already short skirt to ride up and show quite a bit of her thighs. Which does not go unnoticed by Dickie. She said, "That all sounds good. I like it. But I need to check with Ryan. Can you give me an estimate on all that?"

"I'll have it tomorrow. By the way, I love your perfume."

Dickie's helper Ben, the young kid, asked Michelle to show him where she wanted the outlets in the bedrooms. He was crawling around on the floor marking spots and trying to look up her dress. I know it had to be obvious to her because it was to me. But she didn't say anything to him about it. It almost seemed as if she was encouraging him. She would stand over him and think for a minute, then turn to see if a different spot looked better. Even spread her legs a little. On purpose? Who knows?

The next day Daryl, the plumber's helper, was talking to Michelle about what faucets she wanted in the kitchen and bathroom. She showed him in the catalog which ones she liked. He said he had seen those same ones at a ski resort he stayed at in Aspen and they were very nice. Michelle loves skiing, so this opened up an hour long conversation.

Daryl said, "Now I understand why your legs are so nicely shaped. It's the skiing. It's great for leg strength." Michelle was wearing shorts that day.

"I don't really get to ski much. Not as much as I'd like."

"Say. Would you mind helping me for just a second? I don't know where Charlie went, and Steve's tied up at the moment." Charlie was the plumber and Steve the other helper.

"Sure, if I can."

They went to the laundry room. "I just need you to hold this faucet right here while I measure to cut a piece of pipe." He showed her where to hold the faucet. He didn't really need this help but it was a good excuse to be on his knees looking at her gorgeous legs and ass, and he took his time. When he went to get up he 'accidentally' smeared a little plumber's putty on her leg. "Oh shoot. I'm so sorry. Let me wipe that off. It won't hurt you or anything, it's just putty. But you don't want to let it dry. Then it's hard to get off."

He grasped her leg in one hand while he wiped the putty off with a rag in the other. She said, "Don't worry about it. I'll get it."

"No, no. I'll get it. Let me get a little solvent to make sure I get it all." He turned to his tool box and acted like he put something on the rag, then grasped her leg again and rubbed it with the rag. He took his time.He stopped rubbing, lifted her leg a little, and turned it side to side, and said, "My gosh. You truly do have gorgeous legs."

She pulled her leg from him and said, "Thank you. Is that all you needed?"

"Yeah. That's all. Thanks for your help." He watched her ass as she walked away.

CHAPTER 6

The landscapers showed up the following Monday. 2 muscular black guys, and a big muscular white dude. All around 30 to 35. They all worked shirtless and in shorts as it was pretty hot outside. I saw Michelle watching them several times. Their bodies glistened with the sweat that was pouring out of them. Which made their muscles seem even bigger. She took water and lemonade out to them several times.

She went out and worked a little while in her little flower garden at the front of the house when they were planting shrubs in the front yard. She dressed in shorts and a halter top. I saw them stealing glances at her and her at them. The white guy struck up a conversation. I could see them but not hear. He must have said something about her earrings because she held her hair back out of the way so he could see them. Then she laid her hand on his arm and it looked like she said 'thank you.'

She laid out by the pool in her bikini when they were in the backyard planting trees. And brought lemonade out to them. She was really getting into this. Which I hate to see. But I have to remember I'm the one that set this up, and I wanted her to cheat with one of these guys. But, still, it was hard to watch other men flirting with her, and her enjoying it, and flirting with them as well.

The electrician was back to install the lighting, sound system, and TV he had asked her about. The carpenter was back to finish up his part after the plumbers and electricians had done what needed to be done before he could finish. And the plumbers were there finishing up. So there was a house full of workmen.

Michelle looked extra hot on this day. She had put on a very short loose fitting red and white skirt, a tight midriff length white top, and had her hair in a ponytail. Very sexy.

Daryl was under the kitchen sink installing the faucets she had picked out. He asked her to turn the water on to see if there were any leaks. When she stepped over to the sink he had a nice view up her skirt as she stood beside him. He slid out a little so he could see better. He said, "Looks good. Try the other side." She turned off the cold water and turned on the hot. Daryl continued to look up her skirt. He knew there weren't any leaks. I wondered what panties she had on. Daryl said, "Hold it just a minute. I have to do something."

"Can you hand me that pipe wrench laying on the counter?"

It was on the other side of the sink. Michelle had to step over him to reach it. Now straddling him he had an unobstructed view of her panties. After handing it to him she stepped back with her legs together. After testing the water once more he declared it done and slid out from under the sink and thanked her for her help.

CHAPTER 7

I think every man at the house that day found some excuse to be with Michelle alone. And tried to touch her in some way, and catch a peek of panties under her short skirt. Or get her to bend over so they could see some cleavage or some ass. Some asked her if there was anything they could do for her personally. "You know, beyond the work I've done here." And a couple of them winked when they asked this, or put their hand on her arm, or held her hand.

She always pulled away when they touched her, but not always immediately. And she told most of them that was all she needed. But she also told some of them, "I will let you know. Leave me your number."

Over the next 2 days they all wrapped up and were gone. I was losing hope of anything happening. It had been 3 months, with no results. Michelle had enjoyed the attention and even flirted with the men but nothing beyond that. But I was happy nothing happened, if you know what I mean.

Now it was time for the painters to come in. Harold came in with his crew of 3, all in their late 20's. Except Harold. He was mid 40's. He was a very handsome man. Jet black hair, styled nicely. Mustache and a little chin hair. Sophisticated, debonair, a hit with the ladies, just all around what I think would be attractive to women. I had actually asked a few women at work that had used him and they all said he was a hunk. They also said he was a womanizer. Perfect. I thought maybe this will be the one.

They all flirted with Michelle, but Harold was the only one who knew my plan. I told him to try extra hard because everyone else had failed. And Michelle continued to dress provocatively. I had learned through all this that my wife was a tease and an attention seeker.

Harold did indeed come on pretty strong. He complimented Michelle a lot on the way she dressed, smelled, wore her hair, or just how beautiful she is. He was constantly trying to touch her in some way. And while she did seem to enjoy the compliments, she always pulled away and rebuffed him.

CHAPTER 8

The third day they were there Michelle was talking to Harold about repainting the master bedroom. She had changed her mind on the color. He told her to show Aaron what she wanted and he would take care of it. Aaron was one of the painters. He was about 27 or 28, tall, thin, long hair, wore his baseball cap backwards, had a little goatee, and looked like a stoner. Not much of a looker, but a nice enough guy.

She showed Aaron the color she wanted, actually 2 different colors, and how she wanted it. He went and got the paint and came back and got started. Michelle talked to Aaron as he was painting and told him she was sorry he had to redo it. That after seeing the other color on the walls she just didn't like it.