I never thought of myself as an assertive person, at least not until I entered into my second marriage. After a terrible initial union with my high school sweetheart I was ts making me happy!” I said with a sarcastic laugh. “I guess as long I’m getting mine it all that matters.”
“Do the men enjoy having your sex?” He said finally looking at me.
‘Damn right they do, and they are all getting all they want. Something you could give me in a lifetime.” I added.
“Do you want to bring them here to the house?” He queried.
“No, why would you like that, so you could see them do me?” I said.
“Only if you wish.” He replied. He look told me that he really meant that.
þ•S I never thought of myself as an assertive person, at least not until I entered into my second marriage. After a terrible initial union with my high school sweetheart I was unsure and wanting the security of a relations so I jumped into my second one with out really thinking. It didn’t take long to see that although money wasn’t an issue, physical love was lacking. I strayed early and often with other men, something I didn’t do in my first marriage. My husband didn’t have the slightest idea I was screwing others.
I began taking huge risks with my sex partners and when I did get caught the wimp didn’t show much of a reaction at all. He asked me to stop seeing others and other than trying to provide the excitement I needed, fell into a flunk of no sex at all. I wasn’t going to sit on my ass and let my sexcapades end.
One evening I called from work and told him I had something to do with a girlfriend of mine. I wasn’t lying, she was setting me up with a man who was a friend of her husband. We all met at a lounge in a downtown hotel and as you can imagine I let him get a room and we ended up screwing for several hours. He was good and I knew from the way be met my needs I wasn’t going to let him be a one night stand.
When I got home around 1:00 a.m. I didn’t shower and I’m sure the smell of our sex was covering my body. I got into bed and my husband didn’t even roll over and ask were I had been! The next morning I got up to find him holding my panties in his hand and looking at the huge stain of my lover’s cum that had leaked out on the way home. He didn’t say anything’ just dropped them and walked into the shower.
He left for work without saying a word.
At work I was greeted by my co-worker, with a huge smile and handed a cup of coffee. Apparently my lover had talked to her husband I had made quite an impression on him.
“Damn, you must be good” was all she said. I laughed and took the coffee and walked to my desk. I was tingling as I thought of the previous evening’s sex.
