After my wife Mona had opened the door to having extra-marital sex, there was no putting the genie back in the bottle. We discussed what had transpired on the night she had taken not one, but two guys into her bed.
She had been curious and talked about the idea for some time, but had never progressed past the talking stage. She had always felt that she had missed out on sexual experiences due to her strict upbringing.
In fact she had only had one instance of intercourse before we got together, and we had only fucked five times before we got married. She was two weeks past her eighteenth birthday when we got married.
She had enjoyed the new episode very much and wanted to play some more when she found out that not only was I okay with it, but that I found it to be an immense turn on. We set some ground rules that would stay in effect for the next 23 years.
The first and most important of these was that there would never be any secrets between us. Not about what we were doing or with whom, but also how our feelings were affected. We also agreed that she would always give me most of the details of her dates because that was something that excited me.
Further, we would never do anything either one of us was uncomfortable with just to please the other person. With those ground rules agreed to, we decided to see where things would go next.
Even though she still thought Ron was gorgeous, his performance in the bedroom left a lot to be desired. The first time Mona had taken him to bed, he was not sure he could do it because he had had difficulties in the past and even thought he might be gay. He finally got an erection and managed to penetrate her but only lasted about 2 minutes.
Bill on the other hand had no such reservations. He was married but on an unaccompanied tour of duty. So he gave her a spirited fuck and she had multiple orgasms. And he spent the rest of the night fucking her several more times.
Even though we had decided this was something we wanted to continue to see how it went, the next several weeks did not offer any opportunities. The group of guys that hung out at our house day and night were still enjoying the escape from barracks life, our young son still required his mother's attention and care.
After a Thanksgiving dinner for 12, (Mona is a great cook!), we finally had a weekend with no company. Except for Bill.