Introduction by Brian
If you had asked me to describe us as a couple before recent events I would have said conservative, boring or straight laced even.
If you had asked me to describe my wife sexually I would have said borderline frigid.
Until recently.
A description of myself? Well like most blokes, under the veneer of respectability is a guy who fantasises a lot about sex, and resorts to porn to get his kicks, mainly due to the lack of interest from the wife.
As a couple, our sex life was to be honest very dull. She always had an issue with the putting-out side of things. Never initiated it, never really joined in, and did not do foreplay or role play or any other kind of play. She did not like talking about it either - she just kind of accepted it as a chore to complete in order to satisfy her marital vows occasionally - though such events were down to around once every four months. All very business like and transactional - yes you may fuck me, get on with it, clean up when you're finished, goodnight. I had come to accept that the rest of my life would be largely devoid of sexual activity with my wife. I also had no urge to see other women or have an affair because I loved my wife. She was the proverbial cliche - the soulmate, the one, my best friend.
Until recently.
I had tried to spice things up. I made the mistake of telling her some of my fantasies, and get her to open up, or respond, or try something new. Always, I was met with indignation and sometimes disgust, which ultimately meant I got less sex rather than more. I learned to shut up and plod on and take what I could get - curbing my frustrations by jacking off to porn on the web.
Where it Began
We met Stephanie [Steph] and Richard on a football pitch.
Both our sons [of 16 at the time ] had been thrown together to play for a newly created football team out of the remnants of two other teams that did not have enough players in their age group to run their own teams independently.
We stood on the sidelines supporting the team in their first game, and as is normal exchanged comments with other parents on tactics and how they were playing, and whose son was who etc.
Over the weeks we latched on to Steph and Richard more and more and looked forward to catching up with them at the game. This grew in to a friendship that then spread beyond the football and flourished in to meeting up for a meal, or going to the pub for a few drinks every blue moon. Our sons had become firm friends, as well as team mates, as the season went on.
Steph was the polar opposite to Jenny, my wife. She was flirtatious and gregarious and vivacious and funny - and it has to be said oozed sexuality. She was the life and soul of any party and attracted lots of attention from admiring men. Including it had to be said from me. I loved being with her, and even flirting a little; and she knew it - and would flirt right back, giving me a serious hard-on. Something I am pretty sure she also knew.
She was full of innuendo, often using double entendres and sexual remarks - usually linked to her and Richards sexual appetite or exploits - or even the alleged size of his manhood.
It has to be said, that she had a small effect on Jenny - not much, but when Jenny was being rude and coy and flirtatious with other men Jenny laughed, or did not look on in disdain. She seemed to envy her sexuality - her ability to be open and sexual with other guys, even when her husband was around. It seemed to me that Jenny was in awe of Steph a little, but nonetheless it had no impact on her own personality when at home. She remained, well, a plain Jane to be honest.
I asked Richard once how he coped with having such a "wild" wife and he smiled before saying. "Well lets just say between me and you, that I am confident she will not leave me, that she knows she can get all she wants from me, and then some. Oh sure she flirts madly with other guys, and even flashes a little bit of breast or pussy at them sometimes, but she is just teasing. We don't share or anything like that [too much information I thought but noted the comment had gotten me stiff], but I know other men wonder what it would be like to fuck her and it makes me pleased I have such a great woman."
"What about you?"
I spluttered and said "No, no, not me mate I love her to bits, I think she is great fun, but I don't think of that. That's just wrong man, I have never thought about what it would be like to fuck Steph."
He laughed out loud and said "Wrong end of the stick, but thanks for the info."
"What do you mean" I asked confused.
"I meant, what about you, how do you cope with having such a beautiful wife, I mean you must have some of that too don't you? I mean I know she is not as outgoing as Steph, but she still turns heads, men will find her sexy just because of her looks. You must have had to deal with that shit."
I took a deep breath and decided we had been friends enough to open up a little and confide in Richard. I told him about Jenny's views on sex and her "lack of desire" - and to be frank with him I also said "You know, until you mentioned it, I had never really thought about how sexy or good looking she is, probably because our own sexual relationship isn't good, so I guess you just stop noticing. I figure I am safe from her having affairs, because she is just not interested in sex."
"But I bet you still jack yourself off imagining her being a nymph with some other guy - so in some ways you do think of it, albeit in a fantasy world."
I nodded my confirmation. Feeling a little bit disconcerted.
Game Changer
Unfortunately, Steph developed Cancer. She died only 6 months after that conversation with Richard, after a brief battle.
We both attended the funeral. Our son was there too supporting his mate.
