My next story will describe the further evolution of our sexual relationship as we searched for ways to meet our growing need for new erotic excitement and pleasure.
Friday
My name is Jack. Late on a Friday night my wife Tracy and I were in bed sharing our reactions to very sad news revealed to us earlier by my best friend Andrew who had arrived that afternoon to spend the week end with us. It had been a very emotional several hours for the three of us. The catalyst for Andrew's visit was my phone conversation with him earlier in the week in which he explained he had ended his relationship with his fiancé, Denise, who also --had been our friend, and he foresaw no circumstance in which it would resume. Tonight he had shared with us the ugly details of their breakup, hence the emotion and the sadness.
My close friendship with Andrew extended back to high school nearly fifteen years ago. I was then an excellent student, a class officer, captain of the baseball and basketball teams, recognized in school and the community for my leadership and potential. Mark was bigger, taller, stronger, more handsome--but shy and often brooding. He was a good first baseman and power hitter, a great rebounder, but not as good a student or as socially at ease as I was. Andrew and I were both very popular with girls and his handsome face and impressive physique made him a highly sought after date. His quiet and sometimes melancholy personality intrigued many attractive girls though it may have turned off others. While I never found it difficult to interest young women I could not match his movie star face and body that many of the most beautiful young women we knew found so compelling. That was the case in our high school and college years and has persisted.
After high school I had an academic scholarship to the best private college in our state, a five hour drive from our home town. Andrew, whose grades were not as strong and whose parents could provide less financial help, went to community college and then finished his undergraduate degree in business at the branch of the state university nearest to our home town. After college Andrew took a position as business manager in the office of a local construction company; he did well but seemed bored much of the time.
I finished a Master's in political science and took a job with the central campus of the state university system as a liaison with two committees of the state legislature especially important to the University. When the legislature was in session I often spent several days in the state capital meeting with members and staff. Very soon I met and a year later married Tracy who was an assistant director of the University's development office. We have been married four years. I am now 30 and she is 28. We live near the University about a hundred miles from the town where Andrew and I grew up and where he continues to live and work. Both Tracy's and my responsibilities have expanded significantly during the past several years and keep us very busy. We like living in a university town and are happy that our jobs bring us into regular contact with the senior leadership of the University. Sometimes, however, we lack as much private down time to enjoy one another as I would like.
Despite our different personalities and interests Andrew and I have remained close friends. We have had lots of fun together over the years and have continued to be able to confide in one another on personal matters. When support has been needed, we have provided it for one another. We both love fishing and golf and those frequently have offered us a source of enjoyment and a way to unwind together. For the past several years we have tried to get together about once a month either for golf or for fishing near where he lives or we live. So I was surprised last week when Tracy reminded me we hadn't heard from him in awhile. "Why not call and ask him to come over and to bring Denise if he likes. She is not a close friend yet but fun to be with and she told me they had been talking about getting married. They seem to have a strong relationship. Jack, the last time we were together she volunteered we were their model for what a marriage should be like. Wouldn't you like to know where they are on their plans?"
I promised Tracy I would give Andrew a call and I did a few days later. I assured him if he could come either of the next two weekends he and I could play a few rounds of golf and, if he wanted to bring Denise, we would welcome that. He paused and said to me, "Jack, I have to tell you Denise and I are no longer together; we split nearly two months ago. This is the reason you haven't heard from me lately. It is time I let you know about this and not let my sadness and bitterness weaken our friendship. Regarding your invitation, I badly need every distraction I can find these days. Spending a couple of days with you and Tracy will be a welcome break. What I hope is that my low mood won't destroy the week-end for the two of you."
I told Andrew we had missed him and would welcome his visit and I asked if he could tell me what happened between him and Denise. He pleaded doing so would take awhile, he didn't want to do it by phone, and he would like to be with us for support when he explained what had happened. I told Tracy about my conversation with him.
So Andrew arrived late Friday afternoon. We welcomed him when he came in the door. He gave me a long bear hug and for Tracy a tight embrace and a kiss on the cheek. As he did so I noticed what had not registered before; Tracy had obviously made a special effort in the way she had dressed and the care she had taken with her hair and makeup. She looked gorgeous and very sexy in her light summer dress and I wondered if the way she appeared might make it all that much harder for Andrew who, given what he had told me by phone, must be starved for the attention of a beautiful woman. If my wife was the kind of distraction he was hoping for she had anticipated his need.
The three of us sat in our living room, Tracy and Andrew on our couch with me in my favorite comfortable chair across from them. We made small talk over a couple of drinks, bringing him up to date on our activities, and then Andrew initiated the explanation we were waiting for.
"I know you are curious about what happened between Denise and myself and I will try to explain it without breaking down. My deep resentment and disillusionment sometime overwhelm me."
So he began. "As you know, I had believed, and you probably did too, Denise and I were a loving couple; we were discussing getting married and building a family together. I thought we could expect a good marriage. Then, in one painful night two months ago, I learned there was one area about which I really had not fully understood her needs and, maybe the best word is, her "requirements." All of this became clearer one night about eight weeks ago when she and I were attending a party at a very large victorian mansion belonging to the owner of the company I work for. This was an annual event and it was our second time to attend. The evening was progressing pleasantly, most every one was drinking and laughing and feeling relaxed. A few people I know were smoking weed in the back and some were dancing in the large front rooms. I had danced several times with Denise and a few times with women I worked with. At one point I noticed I had not seen Denise for awhile and I strolled around looking for her so we could, I hoped, agree to soon leave. I did not see her in any of the rooms where people where circulating so I thought perhaps she had gone outside for fresh air. I did not see her on the front porch so I tried the back porch. No one else was there so I stepped back a few steps onto the lawn to see if any other option presented itself. Perhaps some rooms were open on the second floor so I was looking for any lighted space.
"Just then, I noticed a light near the back corner of the house close to the garage. As I glanced toward the light I saw a movement and so I stepped in that direction. When I came nearer I peered through the window into the small corner room. Even with the low light I noticed my wife was there with a man I recognized. They had their arms around one another, kissing. She was facing the window and pressing against him. She stepped back as if to give him a better view. Her blouse was open, her breasts uncovered. Her step back also revealed his pants were unzipped and his very hard cock was sticking out and up. Obviously she had been feeling it against her, maybe stroking it. I stood and watched as Denise looked into his eyes. I could tell he was saying something to her. She then knelt in front of him, smiled up at him, reached for his dick, took it into her mouth and began to give very vigorous oral sex to him. This was a man I knew, a tall and handsome man older man, a local banker, a close friend of our host for the evening. It was immediately obvious from her movements Denise was very much enjoying what she was doing She had her hands around his hips. Her open blouse made clear she had allowed him access to her breasts while they had been kissing.
"I was shocked. What I saw was not only completely unexpected, it was hardly believable to me. Almost immediately I vomited in the grass, provoked by deep disappointment and unavoidable disgust. I stood some minutes as I watched her bring him off and swallow his cum. Then she stood up, pushed his cock back into his pants and zipped him, buttoned her blouse, smiled at him and left him standing there. I waited a minute to see him leave. After several more minutes to steady myself I returned inside the house, walked up to Denise and told her I was not feeling well, maybe had too much to drink, and would she mind if we leave. She kissed me, a deep kiss. I wondered if I could taste him. She said 'I wish we could stay, I'm having a good time, but if you need to leave of course I will go with you.'
"I was quiet while we drove home, maybe 15 minutes. After we walked in the door, I said 'Denise we need to talk. I saw you tonight in a room with another man. I didn't know you were so close he would expect you to kiss him, show yourself to him, suck his cock and swallow his cum. I hope you can help me understand.'
"It was clear she was very surprised; at the same time she gave no sign of being contrite. There was no 'I am so sorry.' Or 'He made me do it.' Or. 'I was drunk and made a terrible mistake.' Rather, she said, and this is what I remember of it, 'Andrew, in a way I'm not sorry this happened because it will provoke us to talk about something we need to clarify, especially since we have been talking about marriage and our future lives together. I have realized for awhile now I needed to explain my feelings. It is necessary and I owe it to you. I hope you will understand--but maybe you won't. Andrew, I love you very much. I want to be married to you and, if we do marry, I want to be a good wife and mother. I enjoy sex with you very much, and I believe I always would.'
'What I also need to explain to you, what you must accept if we are to stay together, is it is unlikely I can be married to you and have sex only with you. At times I am overwhelmed by my sexuality, by deep urges for new sexual adventure, by a need for almost immediate satisfaction--and I believe no one man, even you, the man I love, will be able to satisfy all of my needs all of the time. I know you have believed me when I have assured you I love you very much. I do! But even in the past year as we have spent more time together and have become serious about a future together, I have had sex with other men several times. Andrew, these weren't calculated or prearranged; these were all spur of the moment decisions to be with someone especially desirable to me who came on to me, someone I couldn't resist at a particular time.'
'Those episodes have had no impact on my love for you, my respect for you, my sexual desire for you. They are not love--just sex. Andrew, please try to understand, this is the way I am. If I marry you I would try very hard to resist temptation to be with another man, but in fairness to both us, I can't promise it would never happen. If that means you won't marry me, I will always regret it. I can't think there will ever be anyone I will love as much as I do you, or want to marry as much as I do you. But I would not want to destroy our marriage almost before it begins, or for your sense of your self to be destroyed by something I honestly don't believe I can overcome.'
"That was on a Friday night. We did not have a long discussion. She made her views very clear. I told Denise I would give her my response by Sunday afternoon, though I was certain what I would tell her, just not how I would do so. On Sunday afternoon I made my views as plain as she had hers that Friday night. I explained to her I planned not to see her again. I wished her well, though I was not sure I meant it. I couldn't help saying I felt sorry for anyone who would marry her given the conditions she set. I asked her not to contact me. So we said goodby and have not spoken since. I know I will see her from time to time around town and though it may be difficult, awkward, I will keep my distance.
"Denise has left me very sad, very angry, very confused, and very cautious about beginning a romantic relationship with another woman. At least for awhile my trust and self confidence are shattered. Naturally this all also has left me very lonely--and very horny. About the only thing that keeps me occupied is my longhand even more intense workouts at the fitness center--and watching erotic videos. I need more than those to make me feel normal again, but I'm afraid to seek a serious relationship with another woman, which is what I want again, sometime. Probably I should seek counseling but I have not been able to bring myself to do so. So I cry a lot. "
