This is a story about consensual extra-marital sex. It briefly explores the events that led up to a mutual agreement between a husband and wife, details the sex activities that occurred and the positive change in the spousal relationship that followed. It is fiction. If you do not like this topic as I have just outlined, then cease reading NOW.
Excellent. If you have got to the second paragraph it means that you like the topic generally and hence will not be providing comments related to the immorality of what I describe, the legal rights of one or more of the characters in Idaho, or the mental health status of the characters or the author. Hope springs eternal...
This is the first part of a number of stories about Jane and her husband's exploits.
Now to the story...
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I had been married to my wife Jane for 8 years who is now 43, one year older than me. She is a lovely BBW with big soft pillowy DD tits with massive proud nipples and areoles, and I mean massive. She has beautiful blue eyes and hair that is highly variable in colour and style. We both live in one of the outer suburbs of the Gold Coast on nice acreage, but still not too far away from things to feel too isolated. Our sex life for the first part of our marriage was tremendous. Over time and imperceptibly at first, it began to wane. There was no one cause and both of us were to blame - communication broke down, we grew apart. We became too familiar with each other and were generally dragged down by the pressures of a large mortgage along with raising a blended family. I guess we were only staying together for the kids. When we tried to reignite things they just simply fell flat.
One Saturday, my wife blurted out in the morning that she was going to go out to the pub with her friend Lacey that evening. Lacey was divorced and after a man hating period, was now actively looking. My wife assured me that she had mentioned this proposed evening to me before, but I had no recollection. Nonetheless, I wasn't needed in the office and I have never had a problem with my wife going out with her friends so I dutifully stayed home and looked after the kids, although they were at that age where they could look after themselves and generally seemed to spend most of the time out and about at friend's places.
From the pictures on Facebook it was clear that Jane was having a nice time, the obligatory photos of holding a full glass to the camera with a caption saying where it was taken and what the exact varietal that was being imbibed. My wife had organised to stay at Lacey's house which she had done a couple of times over the years. I slept well and slept in. I got a text from my wife around nine in the morning saying that she would be home later in the afternoon as she still wasn't fit to drive. I responded that she must have had a big night out and she informed me that they had not got back to Lacey's place until two in the morning.
My wife came home at about three in the afternoon. She clearly looking tired and she took herself off to bed in the late afternoon after a shower, her snoring quickly echoed through the house. She had left her phone on the kitchen bench. I never check my wife's phone, but in the space of about 5 minutes she seemed to get about a half a dozen or messages come through. Thinking that something may have happened with a family member that required urgent attention, I opened her messages. I got a surprise, a surprise that I was both shocked and aroused by. One of the messages was from Lacey checking up on whether Jane had got home safely. Several from Lacey that had come in the last ten minutes suggested that my wife had done a lot of flirting to say the least and had attracted some attention!
"Great night, cruising the bars perving, just like old times when we were young and thinner"
"Did you get that blonde guys number too he was cute and wanted you!"
"Are you going to meet up with either of them, just for a coffee, it can't hurt!"
My cock was instantly hard thinking about other men flirting with Jane and vice-versa. I can't explain why this knowledge was blindly arousing. I suspect us men in general who feel this way when faced with this circumstance can't explain it. It is what it is.
As I was holding the phone, another message came through from a number I didn't recognise. I opened it and it was one three text messages from the same number.
"Hi Jane, thanks for giving me your number. You are indeed a hot and sexy woman."
"I so wanted to take you home and have my way with you"
"I understand that you are married and thank you for your honesty, but I would still like to catch up for a coffee."
There was another number on her phone that I didn't recognise with unread text messages, along the same lines. This time the person identified themselves as Scotto.
"Hi Babe, Scotto here. Thanks for your number. Shame you are married. I enjoyed meeting you at the bar last night."
"If you ever want to some hot no strings attached sex, give me a call."
So the run down was this. My wife had got hideously drunk and flirted with some men. She clearly had had the opportunity to have sex, but told them she was married and turned them down. She had given them her number and they had dutifully contacted her and wanted to meet with her again. This was a lot to digest and mixed emotions flowed through. I put the phone back where I had found it. I kept myself busy for the next hour or so, I cooked dinner, looked after the kids and did a few small odd jobs. When my wife woke from her hangover inspired nap, she made a beeline for a phone and grabbed it and moved quickly to the couch. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her furtively texting. I desperately wanted to know what was in the message, but I knew it would have to wait until she went to bed. I heard a number of new text messages come through in response. My wife was solely focused on the phone.
After eating dinner and sending and receiving a few more messages, my wife toddled off to bed, leaving the phone again unattended. My cock was rock hard again in anticipation of the direction the text conversation may take. When my wife started her deep snoring again, I picked up the phone, I couldn't help myself, and looked at the messages. I read the conversation between Lacey and Jane first.
Jane: I was a flirt wasn't I and now I am getting messages from both of the men I flirted with!
Lacey: That happens when you lead them up the garden path and give them your number.
Jane: I know, I did say I was married though.
Lacey: Scotto was the one who really had the hots for you I think, and he was a hunk.
Jane: Mmmm I wish I was single.
Lacey: You radiate a sex vibe honey, they flock to you!
