This story relates what happened to a married couple, deeply in love, who came from entirely different sexual life styles. If you are looking for a lot of explicit sex, go to another story.
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"I'm sorry honey, but that's the way it is."
Mel had just finished a conversation with his wife Susan. He knew the conversation was coming for weeks, no, months now. That's how she had just ended the conversation and followed with, We've got to go or we'll be late." as she rushed out the door, to meet their friends at their condo. He knew she was about to cry but he couldn't help it. He had dreaded it and now that it was here, he found himself feeling just as he knew he would, EMPTY. He shrugged grabbed his keys and followed her out the door.
Really, nothing had changed. He knew what he was doing when he married her almost two and a half years ago. He knew then that sex was a very big and very important part of her life. He had hoped that he could satisfy her and overcome her obsession with sex. Now he knew he couldn't, or at least he hadn't. Now he was on the way to a party he really didn't want to go to, in fact, he had been dreading it ever since he knew they were going.
As he got into the car he couldn't help but notice again what a beautiful wife he had and how radiant and absolutely sexy she looked as she snapped her seat belt into place, amplifying her cleavage. As he drove, his mind raced back to the first time they met and then to the wonderful years they had experienced – until now.
Susan admired her wonderful husband sitting next to her and was anticipating the party. But pangs of conscience and concern were bothering her as they drove. She was praying that Mel would be able to drop his puritan ways and be able to really enjoy the party as she knew she was going to.
They had originally met at the wedding of Jack and Jackie, the couple hosting the party tonight. She had been Jackie's maid of honor and Mel had been Jack's best man. Jack and Jackie moved away shortly after their marriage and had just moved back about a month ago. They hadn't seen each other since they came to town for their own wedding in a role reversal. Jack had been best man and Jackie was the maid of honor.
For twenty months everything had been all roses. Mel had a good job and Susan enjoyed being the pampered housewife. However, seven months ago Mel had received a substantial promotion and was having to spend more time with his work. He was not out of town much but he often came home completely beat out from that day's routine. Told from Susan's perspective, their sex life had taken a heavy hit.
As time progressed, Susan had become frustrated and it showed up in the form of outbursts for no reason at all. Mel was not stupid and knew things had to change. In their discussions he was aware that Susan was not getting the sexual gratification she needed and poor Mel, try as he might just didn't have the energy to deliver at the rate he had for the first two years.
They would have their little tiffs and then things would settle down for a while. Lately though, the span between tiffs was never more than for a week. But on top of this, Mel had called Susan down on several occasions at club parties. Susan was drinking more than normal and Mel felt she was letting things go too far with her dance partners, and in truth he was right. Some of the men were taking too much liberty and Susan was doing little, if anything, to stop them. At home strong words were used that fell outside the boundaries of what one would call a tiff.
From Mel's point of view, everything crashed a week ago. From Susan's point of view, fresh life was being brought in. On Saturday night they had gone to diner with Jack and Jackie. During the dinner Jackie had invited them to a party (tonight).
On the surface, that was great. It would be fun to be with them again. Things went quiet a little later when Jack very delicately made it known that he and Jackie had become swingers and that this would be a swinger party.
Mel, after containing his shock, began to try to weasel their way out of going. Susan, on the other hand exclaimed, "Oh that sounds so naughty and exciting. We'll be happy to attend, won't we Mel?"
Mel was left without anything to say that wouldn't have been rude or have started a fight. He finally conceded, "We'll talk about it." What he didn't know was that Susan already knew the situation. She had had several talks with Jackie on the phone since they came back to town. Truthfully, Mel had been set up with this dinner.
When they got in the car to go home, Mel fired both barrels. He had Susan slightly frightened with his demeanor. "What in the hell do you think you are doing agreeing to go to a swingers party without our having a chance to talk about it? Are you telling me that you want to go and get fucked by someone attending the party?"
His use of the word 'fucked' really scared her. Mel had never used foul language around her, let alone the "F" word. She was jolted and began to cry as she realized what she had done to him. "Please honey, not now. Let's wait until we get home and then we can calmly talk about the party. I'm sorry. I love you, I really do.
Mel was boiling mad by now but he agreed to wait. But, he noted, and it bothered him, that she had not responded to his question about getting fucked.
At home she excused herself to make some coffee. She needed time to think how she was going to present her thoughts to him. She was kicking herself for not having prepared her story long ago, knowing about the sexual orientation of their friends and knowing that when the time came, Mel wasn't going to just jump right in.
Once she returned with their coffee and sat, Mel in a rational, but serious tone asked, "Honey, will you tell me what's going on? Are you looking at this party as an opportunity to make up for some of what I haven't been able to give you recently?"
With that, she broke into tears. After she had composed herself she tried to look Mel in the eye, but couldn't. Until his outburst in the car she had hoped that he might be sympathetic with what she had to tell him and that they could find a happy solution. Now she knew there wasn't likely to be an easy or happy solution and she knew that what she was going to tell him was going to hurt him. Tears began to trickle again.
"Sweetheart, I love you more than anything in the world and I never want to hurt you. But I need to tell you some things and I can't help but know that it is going to hurt."
"Honey, I'm sorry that I blew up in the car, but..."
She interrupted. "Sweetheart please let me say what I have to say. It's going to be hard so please don't interrupt me. I'm afraid if I can't go right through it, I'll never tell you what I need to tell you.
