Seitensprung: An Adulterer's Experience
Seitensprung is the German term for an adulterous affair. Literally, it means a jump to the side, or in this sense, to the outside of a marriage. Now, let me tell you about my initiation into the ranks of those who made that leap.
Ruby was a neighbor who lived about four houses south of the house my wife and I lived in while I was stationed at Big Willy (Wilfred Hall USAF Hospital) in the late 1960s. She and her husband Keith were frequent guests in our home, and we in theirs. We also took occasional weekend trips to Padre Island on the Texas sea coast together.
Ruby raised dachshunds and one of hers had just delivered a litter of pups. She knew that I was a veterinary technician, and when one of the pups was unable to get milk from its mother's teat, Ruby called me to see if I knew how to get that teat to give milk. I told her I wasn't sure, but if she wanted me to I'd try.
It took a couple of minutes to express a little milk from the dog's teat, but once it started flowing, the runt pup was able to satisfy his hunger. With that task out of the way, Ruby asked me to stay and visit for a couple of minutes. Keith was at work, and she wanted company.
We sat on the couch talking about one thing and another. We had not done or said anything suggestive, but for some reason I got an erection. It may have been her pheromones that triggered it; I don't know. At any rate, I said, "Ruby, something has just come up. I think I'd better go home."
"What? What's come up that you have to go home now?"
I wasn't quite sure how to answer that question, so I just bluntly said, "You've given me a hard-on, and if it gets out you and I will both have more trouble than we want."
Ruby surprise me. She stood and said, "Come on. Let's do it."
"No," I said. "We're both married and it wouldn't be right."
"Oh, Lang, don't be so old fashioned. It doesn't mean anything. It's just a roll in the hay."
We talked a bit more. For every reason I gave as to why we shouldn't go to bed she gave a convincing counter argument as to why we should.
To be honest, Ruby was a fine looking woman. She wasn't a Hollywood beauty, but she was attractive enough that I had entertained more than a few fantasies about doing with her the things she was now asking me to do. I weakened.
The next thing I knew, we were in the kitchen. Why the kitchen, I don't know, but that's where we were – locked in a tight embrace, mouths glued together, our tongues playing tag.
I had opened the top of her blouse and was trying to work my hand into her incredibly tight bra to play with her bare breasts when we heard a door open. I jerked my hand out of her bodice, and she quickly buttoned up, but we were still standing so close that our bodies were touching when Ruby's fourteen year-old daughter walked in.
I'm sure my face must have been fire-engine red. Ruby, however, remained calm and merely said, "Judy, I was just kissing Lang good night. He helped me get Trixie's pup to eat, and was just leaving."
I said good night to Judy and Ruby and made a hasty exit.
When I got home, I felt guilty and told my wife what had happened. She was understandably steamed, but was forgiving.
That should have ended things between Ruby and me, but it didn't. The next summer, my wife and our two children were at summer camp. Since my wife worked as a counselor, our daughters got to attend free of charge. Anyway, on Friday of the first week my wife and kids were away, Ruby came down to the house. When she rang the doorbell, I let her in. We talked a few minutes, and then she put her arms around my neck and kissed me.
The kiss was hot. She was hot. Soon, I was too.
Our kiss became more intense and I developed international hands. That is I had Roman hands and Russian fingers (roaming and rushing). One hand cupped her ample breasts and the other slipped down to rub her mound through the crotch of her slacks.
A moment later I was trying to get her slacks off her, but couldn't find the placket and zipper. I mentioned that to her, and she said, "These slacks don't have a zipper, they have an elastic top." With that, she pushed them and her panties off her hips, let them fall to the floor, and stepped out of them. I removed her blouse and bra.
While I undressed, Ruby removed her wedding band and engagement ring and laid them on the entertainment center next to where we were standing.
We went into the bedroom and lay on the bed. We kissed and enjoyed the press of our naked bodies next to one another.
I am a dedicated cunnilinguist and after paying homage to each of her nipples, kissed my way down to her blond bush.
I dipped my tongue in and was enjoying the fragrance and taste of a healthy, well lubed pussy until I realized that Ruby was merely lying there and not participating. I asked her, as nicely as I knew how, to either go down on me, or at least stroke my penis.
"Lang, I'm sorry. I just can't do that."
Well, that hit me wrong. My cock began to wilt.
We had gotten naked with the intent of having intercourse. She said she still wanted to, and I felt I did too so I wrapped the thumb and forefinger of my left hand around the base of my penis to restrict blood flow enough to get me hard enough to enter Ruby's vagina.
Ruby lay there on the bed that my wife and I shared. Her legs were spread. Her blond haired labia were separated to reveal the pink of her vagina. I rubbed my penis back and forth between the labia minor to smear my pre-cum, and her vaginal juices around enough to get us both well lubed, and then tried to enter her.
I wasn't the only one with a problem. Ruby's vagina was clamped so tightly closed that it would have taken a jack-hammer to get into her.
I still wasn't hard, but the glans of my penis was sensitive. The rubbing of it against Ruby's unyielding introitus was too much for me. I ejaculated all over her vulva. She was so tightly closed that none went inside. It just ran down her slit, across her anus, and onto the bedspread.
We cleaned up the mess and dressed. After a couple of useless apologies, Ruby went home.
No. That's not the end of the story.
The next spring I got orders to go overseas. My family went with me. We enjoyed it in Europe so I extended my tour when I had the opportunity to do so. In the meantime, I had achieved senior non-commissioned officer status and was sent back to the states to attend a Senior NCO Academy.
The academy's duration meant that we had to take several days off for the Thanksgiving holiday. Some of the other NCOs at the school were from the San Antonio area and asked if I wanted to go there for the long weekend. I still had several friends in the area so I agreed to go. I called one of my buddies back at Big Willy and wangled an invitation to stay with him and eat Thanksgiving dinner with him and his family.
When I got to San Antonio, I called Ruby. I told her I was going to be at Hank's house for Thanksgiving, but asked if I could see her and Keith that Friday.
Ruby told me yes, but then added, "Why don't you stay here Friday night. We have an extra bedroom, and if you stay over we can stay up late visiting."
That sounded good to me. After the Thanksgiving meal with Hank and his family, I told Hank about Ruby's invitation and asked him if he could drive me to her house sometime Friday morning. He said, "Lang, I've got to work Friday, but I have an old VW bug that you can borrow if you want." I thanked Hank. That was too good an offer to turn down.
The next morning, after Hank left for work, I said goodbye to his wife and daughter and drove over to Ruby's place. Keith was off that day so we spent the day visiting, and all went out to dinner at a restaurant. I picked up the tab.
That night we sat around in Keith and Ruby's living room talking and reminiscing about the last time our two families had gone to the coast together. Around 9:30 Ruby excused herself and went into the bedroom. A few minutes later she came out wearing an ankle length, blue silk night gown. It was opaque enough that you couldn't see through it, but the top did not close fully, and was a little loose fitting.
Ruby came over and sat on the divan next to me. Keith was in his usual Lazyboy recliner. The manner in which Ruby was sitting caused the top of her nightgown to open and fall away from her breasts enough that I could easily see everything, including her nipples. If Keith knew how much of his wife's breasts I could see, he did not care because he said nothing to either of us about it.
Twenty minutes later, Keith excused himself saying that he was going to bed; he had to be at the store at six thirty the next morning and do some stocking before opening for business.
I looked at my watch, and then said, "Ruby, I didn't realize it was so late. I think we should turn in too."