The Reality of Fantasies

After reading many Literotica stories in the Loving Wives category I’ve decided to tell my own story which offers a somewhat different take on the concept of “hot wife” or cuckolding. Yes, it contains explicit sex, but it also reflects some other important human characteristics.

My name is Linda. I won’t give my current age, but I was in my mid-30s for most of this story. My husband John and I were living the good life — and appreciated it. It was a time of confidence, accomplishment, and, like all stages of life, a time to learn more about ourselves and each other.

Our love story contained many of the common elements: dating, exploring each other, and falling in love. We had known each other casually in college in Michigan but had no romantic interest. I dated many men and loved to explore the wild side of being 20 years old. John had a steady girlfriend for the last two years and was hurt when she moved to California, joined an online mega-church and had her mind extracted.

But we met again a few years later in North Carolina. He had brought his IT expertise to a large computing company which shall remain nameless — but is generally associated with the color blue. I had started working as a nurse in one of the university hospitals — with the initials UNC. We were both 25 and very surprised when we met again at a summer concert in Raleigh. We started going out and then going crazy for each other. It’s amazing how 3-4 years of life in the real world can completely change your outlook about the kind of person you want to be, and to be with.

A year later we were married and we both knew we had found “the one”. We had disagreements over small things but were always in sync on the important things. We were especially synchronous in our sex life. We both had good appetites and were willing to experiment. We never got kinky or into swapping or BDSM and such, but we learned many ways to please each other. And pleasing each other was always the priority in our bed.

After a few years we decided to have children. I timed my cycle and we always got together at exactly the right time of the month. It was very exciting knowing we were about to create new life. Except we didn’t. After a year of failed attempts we were both tested and learned that my ovaries simply didn’t function properly. We supported each other through the disappointment and talked about adoption as an alternative. After exploring that alternative we both decided that we were not ready yet and might come back to the question in the future. But somehow, that never happened.

Over the next dozen years we both moved ahead in our careers. John became product manager of one of his company’s most profitable software products. I started up the food chain in the university health care system, but caught a lucky break when a friend introduced me to the president of a new biotechnology firm. Their products were designed to automate many of the repetitive nursing functions and my nursing experience in a large hospital was exactly what they needed. I hesitated to leave the rewarding work of helping patients — but was happy to leave the long hours, lousy managers and university rules. By age 37 I was managing the design of the user experience for all of the company’s products.

So, yes, we were very lucky people in many ways. We lived in a large house in the suburbs, had opportunities to travel and were still wonderfully in love with each other. We both went to the gym regularly to keep our bodies in shape. Fortunately, neither of us developed any middle age spread. John kept his muscular physique and I kept my curves. As I said before, we were open to experimenting to keep our sex life interesting. At some point we tried watching porn videos and found some of them could add some fire to our mating. Of course, back in those days that required driving to a video store, going in the “adults only” backroom and selecting a VHS tape. Things got somewhat better when Netflix first offered DVD rental through the mail. We soon learned what we liked and what we didn’t. There was one tape that was especially memorable since it led us down a new path. The very thin “plot” had a married couple agree to let the wife fuck other men while the husband watched. The first time we watched it we ended up fucking away on the couch before it was over. Lots of fun. A few weeks later we rented another video that had a similar plot, a husband shopping his wife around to several men, ending in a gangbang. Again we were both extremely aroused and spent most of that night in bed not sleeping.

The next day I commented on John’s ardor and how it soared when we rented videos where the husband watched the wife get fucked by other guys. He agreed and pointed out that I was also extra aroused and couldn’t seem to get enough sex that night. We laughed about it and went to work. But the seed had been planted.

We both must have thought about it at work that day because the topic came up again at dinner. We were very clinically examining the characters’ motives in the videos. I pointed out that I could certainly understand why a woman might be interested in such an arrangement. She gets to have wild sex with a new man without any guilt because her husband was watching. The thrill of an affair, but no threat to the marriage. But I couldn’t understand why the husband would be interested. He must overcome his jealousy and the shame of being cuckolded. But he doesn’t get any direct sexual reward.

John tried to explain the motivation for the man. “Every men likes to be proud of his wife. He enjoys the reflected glory when other jealous men stare at his wife or compliment her appearance.”

Then I understood why John always suggests a sexy outfit when we go to his company Christmas party.

“There can be a great sexual thrill in watching the woman you love enjoy some uninhibited sex. You can watch her face and her body and really appreciate the passion she is feeling. Jacking off to that scene would be thrilling.”

I cleaned up the kitchen and John plopped down in front of the TV. I finished the dishes and cuddled with him on the couch. His explanation of the man’s motivation was triggering lots of neurons in my brain.

“Would you really get great sexual pleasure from watching your wife get fucked?” I asked. It took him a couple of seconds to process that question.

“As a fantasy, yes it is very hot. But the reality would carry a lot of emotional baggage. And of course there’s the rather big question of what the wife would like.”

We sat and stared at each other for several seconds. John took a sip from his beer. I readjusted on the couch to get more comfortable. I realized where this conversation was going but a part of me really wanted to pursue it. I decided to cross the line.

“Do you mean that if I agreed to really do this you would be happy to participate?”

I immediately felt bad for putting my lover in such a tight spot. If he said yes he would be committing himself to pursue this and go way beyond our previous boundaries. Saying no would be safer but he would risk disappointing me and, most importantly, he would close all hope of exploring this thrilling adventure that down deep really excited him. He cleverly put the ball back in my court.

“You and I have always done whatever the other one asked for. That’s why we’re still in love after all these years. If you wanted to try this sort of thing I would certainly play my part.”

The big question was now on the table. I hadn’t really decided yet what I thought about fucking another man in front of John. It was partly exciting and partly terrifying. So instead of weaseling another non-answer I changed the subject slightly.

“But how do people go about doing this kind of stuff? You wouldn’t just pick some guy off the street and ask him ‘Would you like to fuck my wife?’ It’s easy in the videos since the other guy is already in the cast. Is this really done in the real world? Or is it all just a porn fantasy?”

John took a moment to answer. It was clear he was deciding whether or not to divulge something.

“Actually I know a bit about that. It appears that there are bulletin boards on the internet where people post messages asking for and offering sexual services.”

I smiled. “John, you old pervert. You have obviously already been thinking about this. Once again you are a few steps ahead of dawdling Linda.” I gave him a quick kiss. “So tell me: What have you learned?”

“Well, there is a complete marketplace of people in the sex business. Prostitutes, escorts, sex clubs, sex toy stores, marketing for porn, people who provide rooms and transportation, etc. There are dozens of different sub-categories of sex acts, some of them pretty far out on the edge. But I did learn that a common term for men who offer to join couples for sex are called bulls.”

“There are actual titles for these guys?” I asked.

“Sure, they have to have a common jargon to communicate. I had looked for the bull guys even before I knew their title. There are dozens of other titles for people, sex acts, sex toys, etc. I can help you do your own research to better understand that world.”

My head was swimming from the flood of new information. I knew what prostitutes were, but was blissfully ignorant of the larger marketplace. I would need some time to absorb it all. But there was one piece of information I had learned that was by far the most important and significant: John had already been seriously considering the idea of getting another man to fuck me while he watches. He had already crossed over from fantasy to planning a reality. I was shocked — and thrilled.

The next night I used John’s dial-up computer to look around the bulletin boards that he had listed on paper. I was amazed at the breadth and depth of information about sex. I kept getting sidetracked into different boards with different focuses. A lot of it was actually very educational. It was after midnight when I located a specialized board for “bulls” and started to dig. I found pages based on location and found the page for the greater Raleigh area. That’s when it became real for me. There were several men that I could call and have them come over and fuck me. I printed out the list for our area and turned off the computer. But I couldn’t turn off my mind.

At dinner the next evening John and I crossed an important line together. We moved from curiosity about an abstract idea into seriously considering opening our marriage and violating our fidelity to each other. We had already said that we would each participate if the other wanted it. But saying you want it has so much more meaning than just going along to please your spouse. Despite our many years together and our closeness and intimacy this was still a difficult move. Fortunately, John broke the ice.

“I think it’s pretty clear that we both really want to try this thing but don’t want to offend the other. So I’ll say it: ‘I would like to do this. To find another man that is acceptable to both of us, invite him to have sex with you, and I will watch. ‘”

There it was done. I felt my curiosity about the plan turn instantly into excitement. Now John waited for my reply.

“Thank you for saying that John. I really want it too.”

After that the uncertainty was gone and the exciting work of planning got started. We decided to write a list of qualifications for our future bull: He must be between 30 and 50 years old Obviously, he must be clean and not have any STDs He must live at least 30 miles away from our house to avoid common friends Linda must consider him attractive Initial contact would be email with a dummy address Eventually we may talk by phone for an interview He must not be just a horny guy who can’t wait to get his rocks off. He must be considerate of our needs during our conversations and during the act.

The next evening we went back to the bulletin boards and started to gather possible candidates. There were obvious rejects like the guy who wanted to “fuck your eyes out”. Several who didn’t meet my standards as attractive. What can I say? I consider myself a very attractive woman so I wanted to have the most exciting experience I could get.

Over 2 nights we filtered the list down to 3 candidates. At least their online profiles and pictures seemed to meet our criteria. We decided to contact all 3 through email and I wrote a standard message:

Hi there. My husband and I saw your profile and would like to discuss your services. We are in our late 30’s, live near Raleigh and have never gone outside our marriage before. If you may be available sometime in the next few weeks please reply to this email and tell us about the following: How long/how many times have you been with married couples? What is your main reason for posting yourself on this bulletin board? What qualifications do you have for a couple? What are your disqualifiers? What questions would you want to ask us before agreeing to meet?

I copied the message into an email for the first candidate and then hesitated. Pressing Enter would be the first real action that is more than just talk between John and me. Now other people, total strangers, would know about our desires. I looked John in the eyes, saw his nod, and hit Enter. Then I exhaled a long breath. Sending the other 2 messages was simple after the first.

That night I started to feel the excitement/anxiety/fear of asking another man into my bed. That feeling was constant from that point on. I would always be thinking, second guessing, and taking antacids to quell my stomach. It did nothing for my sleep or my performance on the job. John was also excited, but I don’t think he had nearly as much anxiety/fear as I did. After all, he wouldn’t have to fuck anybody.

The following evening we opened up the bulletin board and looked for messages. We had 2. The first was from the guy with the sexiest picture. He has been “bulling” for several years. His primary reason for doing this was money. His starting price was $400 for 2 hours. John and I exchanged a look. We had never considered paying a professional for a service like this. It would probably be easier to arrange, and romance was clearly not in the cards anyway, but somehow it felt awkward. I had somehow built a model in my mind of a guy who did this for his and the couple’s pleasure. Probably a stupid romantic concept.

The second guy was a clear reject. He bragged about the “hundreds” of couples he had serviced. Women often told him he was the best fuck they’d ever had. He required a picture of the wife before deciding if he was interested. I guess a man of his skills only deigned to fuck gorgeous women. We quickly deleted his message.

We went to bed somewhat disappointed. This may take longer than we thought. The professional was an option but …

I was depressed at work all the next day. My early excitement had been replaced by disappointment despite the fact that there were many other fish in the sea. What was I? 16?

That evening the third candidate responded and we were very impressed. His name was Michael. He had been with about a dozen couples over 4 years. He was not married and did this as a very pleasant diversion from his day job as a consultant. He enjoyed giving and receiving pleasure of all types. He required that the couple have a strong marriage and the desire for outside sex came from both partners. He didn’t want to be responsible for breaking up a marriage.

His questions for us told us even more about him. What had motivated us to look outside? Did we have any children? Did we have any “unusual” sexual needs like BDSM, anal, etc.? Did the husband want to participate or just watch? He made clear that he did not engage in homosexual action with the husband.

His writing style was clearly that of an educated and experienced man. His questions and other information showed a real interest in the couple. This wasn’t just a quick fuck. He wanted love making — although only once. I was nodding and smiling as we read his message. I looked up and John was doing the same. “That’s him” I said.

We took 24 hours to compose our reply:

Hello Michael. Thanks for your thorough and enlightened answers and questions. You sound like the guy for us. In answer to your questions: We have a very active sex life but we decided to look outside to spice up our action. We are both interested in experiencing this adventure. I don’t think anything we do is “unusual”; lots of positions for vaginal intercourse, oral sex, some role playing, simple bondage play, etc. We’ve never swapped partners with other couples. This is our first adventure of this type. My husband would like to watch, not participate.

What is the next step in this process? Can we setup a time in the next few weeks? Will you come to our house? How long do you typically stay with a couple? As you can see, lots of questions. Perhaps your description of the process and meeting would be the most helpful.

We are looking forward to meeting you and sharing our pleasure with you.

Linda and John

We debated including our first names but thought that not providing them now would show a lack of trust. Michael had already given his. But how much should we trust a total stranger? This was yet another step beyond our former comfort zone, and it excited me to have him know my name.

Michael responded the following day. He suggested Saturday the 22nd (10 days out) at 8:00. He pointed out that we should not invite a stranger to our house for this type of activity. Much better to get a hotel room. Then we can meet in the hotel restaurant and spend some time getting comfortable with each other. If everyone is pleased we can go up to the room for the evening’s entertainment.

He brought up the question of protection. Certainly everyone would prefer to go bareback, but the risks were too high unless we took other precautions. Was I using a contraceptive? Did we have any known STD’s? He described how a regional medical lab performed blood tests on demand and would email the results within 48 hours. That way he and we could get the test next Tuesday, receive the results by Thursday and forward them to each other. The cost is $75 per person if our insurance doesn’t cover the test. This process had worked with some previous couples and led to a greatly enhanced sexual experience. My pussy and gut quivered at the “enhanced sexual experience” part. John and I had very hot sex that night.

We agreed with his recommendations and began to mentally prepare for our coming adventure. My excitement level went to Defcon 4. Concentrating at work was impossible. Several employees and my boss asked me if there was something wrong. They couldn’t understand the mixture of anxiety with a big grin all day. I am a woman so half of my mental efforts went to trying to decide what to wear for the special evening. I didn’t have any slutty outfits and didn’t really want to buy one. Should I go casual with slacks and blouse? A short skirt and low cut top? After 6 days of debating I decided to go with a simple black dress. I had one that showed off my shape fairly well, but wasn’t obviously suggestive. The other benefit: it came off with one pull of the zipper.

We got our blood tests on Tuesday evening. The lab doesn’t ask what you want it for. They seem to have a large business with STD tests. We got the results (all clear) and forwarded them to Michael. He had already sent his clean report to us. We went the next step on trust and exchanged phone numbers so we could easily communicate Saturday night. John reserved a suite at the Marriott in Chapel Hill. Far enough away that we were unlikely to run into any friends.

The next few days were intense. I took that Friday off work because I didn’t think I could keep my cool at the office that day. I was fantasizing about my date with Michael and masturbating a couple times day. I jumped John as soon as he got home. We both felt the excitement and enjoyed watching each other cum again and again. Our sex life had certainly been spiced up – even before we met Michael.

On Saturday I made my usual pilgrimage to the farmer’s market in Chapel Hill. After picking up my fresh produce and a couple of our favorite chocolate filled croissants, I looked up and realized the Marriott was right across the street! I stared at it for a while and thought “It’s going to happen right there tonight. I’m going to be fucked by another man for the first time since we got married.”

We ate a small dinner about 5:00, but I could hardly get anything down. I showered and made certain that all of my lady bits were clean and smelled nice. My black bikini style panties were perfect. I had imagined how we would get undressed and wanted it to be uncomplicated. So I didn’t bother with a bra. I have C cup breasts which still hadn’t sagged so I didn’t really need the support. Besides, the dress fabric rubbing across my nipples was another stimulating benefit.

We got to the hotel around 6:00 and checked in. John had reserved a beautiful suite on the top floor. Windows on two sides gave nice views of the college town. The door opened into a large sitting room with 2 couches, some chairs, a TV and a small bar. A short corridor led to the bathroom and bedroom. It held a king size bed with dozens of throw pillows covering it. I immediately tossed all of the pillows into the closet. We brought in one of the chairs from the sitting room for John to sit in while he watched the action. We placed it about 6 feet from the bed so it wouldn’t interfere with any movements on the bed.

We both stood a moment looking at each other. John asked “Are you sure you want to do this?”

I smiled and said “I absolutely want to do this. Are you still OK with it?”

“I can’t wait to see you on that bed thrusting and moaning with another man. I will probably be sitting here jacking myself off.”

With that we hugged each other for a long time. We both would have loved to make love at that point but knew we couldn’t. That would happen later. I changed into my black dress while John watched and smiled. I made one last check of my makeup and we walked out the door at 7:55. I could feel that my breathing was shaky and my heart was beating hard. I thought I could hear it echoing in the elevator. The door opened in the lobby and John said “Here we go”.

We found Michael in the restaurant sitting in a booth wearing the tan sport coat he had promised to wear. He stood up and John shook his hand first. He turned to me but I couldn’t move. He was far more handsome and way hotter than his picture. I froze for a second then said “Hello Michael. I am very glad to meet you in person.” Not very original but all I could get out at that moment. Michael waved us into the booth with me in the middle between the two very sexy men.

“Wow, you’re more beautiful than I expected.” Michael said. “I’m a very lucky man tonight.” He gave me a warm smile while our eyes met. “And you have been a very lucky man for many years John.”

“Yes I have Michael. She is the other half of my being and I will certainly enjoy watching you please her tonight. And tomorrow I expect to find a happy, satisfied woman back in my bed where she belongs.”

The waitress showed up and took our drink order. I struggled to create some conversation that wasn’t flattery about me.

“So, Michael, how long was your drive here?”

“Oh, I’m only about 30 minutes west of here in farm country. I’m not a farmer but I love the silence and privacy of the country. I do all of my work from the house so my needs are simple.”

“What kind of work do you do for your day job?”

“I’m a consultant in software company management. I typically work with small and startup companies that have some smart technical people, a solid software library but not much experience in management. I take a great deal of pride in my clients when they are successful and no longer need me. Sort of like being a parent I guess.”

“Do you have any real children? I asked.

“No, I’m afraid not. I never found the woman that I wanted to spend my life with. I wasn’t as lucky as John here. But I’m only 35 so I still have a chance.”

The polite interrogations went on for a while as we all tried to find any problems that would warn us off tonight’s adventure. But we found only good attributes. Our respect for this man only grew. I was about ready to suggest that we go upstairs when Michael got serious.

“I need to ask both of you some crude questions before we start tonight. I want to be sure we are all on the same page. Please don’t be offended. This has helped me avoid some messy situations”

John and I looked at each other with puzzled faces.

“Do you agree that we are going to go upstairs and get naked together?”

“Yes” I stammered.

“Do you want me to go down on you and lick your pussy?”

“Oh, Yes.” I said with a smile.

“Do you want me to penetrate you with my penis without a condom and bring both of us to orgasm?”

“Oh, please yes.” I replied and closed my eyes to picture what he had described.

There was a silent pause and when I opened my eyes Michael was looking at John. “Do you agree with all of that John?” he said.

I looked at John and was puzzled his excited face of the past few hours and had changed to a blank, pensive stare. Then he mumbled “Yes I agree.”

Michael turned a smiling face to me and said “All right then. Let’s get going.” And moved out of the booth. I quickly scooted out of the booth and took his hand and started walking quickly out of the restaurant. I’m sure my face had an exquisite smile as we crossed the hotel lobby. Michael and I continued to hold hands and smile at each other while we waited for the elevator. When it arrived I turned and waved to John to hurry up. He was walking deliberately toward us looking at the floor. We all got into the elevator and I punched 6 for our floor.

Michael put his arms around me and lowered his head. I raised mine and kissed him slowly, then more passionately. “This is it!” I thought. “I’m really doing this. There’s no going back now.” When the doors opened John led us out and down the hall. Michael and I put our arms around each other and I almost skipped to our room. John opened our door and stood back to wave us in. This was the moment I had been fantasizing about for weeks.

I led Michael to the couch while John opened the bottle of champagne we’d left to chill. He poured large portions for all of us.

“To love and adventure!” I said and took a sip. I didn’t want to be drunk for tonight’s experience. Michael and John raised their glasses and Michael took a sip. John basically chugged his glass.

“Before we start, there is something I’d like to say” I said as I got up off the couch and walked over to John. “To the most loving and considerate husband in the world! I love you darling. Thank you for tonight.” Then I hugged and kissed him passionately. He responded and then we stood still in the embrace and smiled at each other for a minute. “Enjoy.” He said.

I turned to Michael and asked “OK, what’s the procedure here. Who gets naked first?”

Michael chuckled and rose off the couch. “Since I have more clothes on, I’ll go first. I think you might be more comfortable that way.” Then he started slowly stripping and putting his clothes neatly on a chair. He was about 6 feet tall, maybe 190 pounds with soft brown hair. When he bared his chest I moaned. He wasn’t a body builder but his body showed near perfect form and strength. When he dropped his pants his boxer shorts were being stretched to near breaking by a force behind them.

“OK, now it’s your turn to get this far.” Michael said as he took another sip of champagne.

I stepped out of my shoes and started to reach for the zipper on the back of my dress. I had played through this moment dozens of times and my excitement was unbearable. Then for a moment I hesitated. My lifelong modesty didn’t want to be naked in front of a stranger. It fought for a second and then surrendered. I was having trouble reaching the zipper and decided that John should also participate in this ritual. “John, would you please come over here and unzip my dress?”

He looked shocked and he hesitated before walking around behind me. He didn’t say a word as he pulled the zipper all the way down.

“Thank you sweetie.” I said and turn to kiss him but he had already walked away. So, I turned to Michael and said “Here’s what you came for.” Then shrugged the dress from my shoulders and it dropped to the floor around my feet. Of course Michael spent the first seconds staring at my exposed breasts, then down my body to the small black panties. He finally came up to my eyes and whispered “Wow.” That word also expressed my feelings as I savored my own nakedness in the middle of the room. It aroused me even more and I could feel my panties getting wet.

“My turn.” Said Michael and pulled down his boxers and let his cock spring out. “Wow.” This time it was John exclaiming as he watched the large cock bounce in the air. I was completely silent as my brain tried to evaluate what I saw. I’m sure my mouth was hanging open and my eyes were wide. His cock was about 7 inches long and at least 50% wider than John’s. My pussy throbbed and my sex drive went into fifth gear. A little voice in the back of my head was saying “Warning. That thing is too big to fit in you. It will hurt”. Then the little voice was run over by my sex drive and never got up again.

Michael waved his hand at me to indicate it was my turn again. My last bit of modesty struggled for a second and then I grabbed the sides of the panties and pulled them to the floor exposing my neatly trimmed bush. I looked up at Michael, stepped toward him, took his hand and started for the bedroom. I loved being the leading character for a while. As we walked into the bedroom I saw John walk to his chair with a serious look on his face.

Michael put his arms around me, turned me to face him, and we kissed for several minutes. I could feel his large tool pressing into my belly while my nipples reacted to the touch of his chest. He kissed gently at first and I really enjoyed that. I knew the passion was coming, but nice loving kissing was a great way to start. But even as the passion grew and our tongues were entwining he didn’t force himself into my mouth. Instead of thrusting, his tongue was caressing mine. When we stopped to catch our breath, he gently pushed me down to sit on the edge of the bed and nudged me to lie down on my back but propped up on my elbows. That way I could watch him take me to the next level. I looked over and smiled to John in his chair. His face was unreadable.

Michael knelt down between my legs and gently spread them wider. He was at eye level with my most private parts and that thrilled me. He began kissing my legs, starting at my feet and working up very slowly. When he reached my inner thighs I started to shiver with each kiss. My mind was totally focused on the feelings in my body. The outside world had faded away. When he reached my pussy he paused for a moment and blew gently on my labia. That lightest touch of air made my pussy yearn for contact which he withheld for a moment. Then he stroked his wide tongue up from the bottom of my slit to near the top, but not on my clit. I moaned loudly from both his wonderful laving of my lips and in frustration that he’d missed my clit.

I enjoyed watching him pleasure me this way. He kept his eyes open and looking up at my face. When he finished each long lick he withdrew his tongue and smiled at me. I could tell his pleasure was now coming from my moans and reactions to his movements. He started to use the tip of his tongue to caress up one side of my labia and then the other. Each long stroke charged my nerves and brought me closer to orgasm. When my panting accelerated he could tell I was close and he slowed his pace to keep me on the edge.

“Please, don’t stop now. I need this so badly. Take me over the edge.” I cried.

“Soon Linda, very soon” he murmured, and then started his long wide strokes again. My body ached for the climax. All of the anticipation of the last few weeks had now accumulated and my honey pot was boiling over. Michael again started the narrow licks up the alternate sides of my lips and gently slipped two fingers into me. Even higher pressure kept building with each stroke. This time when he knew I was about to climax, he started quickly flickering the tip of his tongue across my clit and thrusting his fingers faster and I exploded. He switched to stroking small circles around my clit as I shuddered and convulsed. Every muscle in my body seized up. My toes were curled under, my back was arched and my head flew back as I screamed my pleasure to the world.

I don’t remember how long it lasted, but eventually my energy was drained and I lay on my back catching my breath. I felt Michael move around and lie next to me. I opened my eyes and found his beautiful face close to mine and a very satisfied smile on it. “Oh thank you Michael. That was wonderful” I whispered. We lay together for many minutes, then scooted up to top of the bed so my legs could lie comfortably.

Michael slowly caressed all over my body. I could just lie there and feel his gentle touch flow over me. I was in heaven, enjoying the afterglow of orgasm as well as the anticipation of what would come next. After a few minutes he started to get up and I looked at him questioningly, afraid he was leaving me alone. Instead, he knelt on the bed and displayed his manhood in all its rock hard glory. He smiled and asked “Are you ready for the main act?”

My exhaustion ended immediately. My arousal rose like a flock of birds, all squawking loudly. “Yes, please” I murmured. As he moved to straddle me I turned to look at John in his chair. He wasn’t in it but was standing right next to the bed looking at me and watching Michael prepare to penetrate me. His face seemed full of fear. “John …” I started to say.

Suddenly my universe shrank to the small area of my pussy as Michael rubbed his cock against me. I looked down and saw his massive appendage sliding up and down my dripping wet slit. He was coating himself with my juice and rubbing his length along my clit. I watched spellbound as Michael raised his hips and aimed his cock at my vagina. I gasped and held my breath as he started to penetrate my body. Despite my gushing pussy he had to push hard to get the head inside. I could feel my muscles stretch, but it didn’t hurt much at all. He waited a moment and then pushed himself in another inch and waited again. I had never felt that sensation before. He was filling up an empty space that I didn’t realize I had. By the time he had fully penetrated me my head was spinning.

“Is that OK?” he asked.

I could only nod and close my eyes. He started to slowly pull out and I felt the loss of his presence inside me. I wanted to cry out, till he started to push in again. He began a slow rhythm and my body instinctively matched his actions. We rode the waves together as we both savored the ultimate pleasure. Michael was thrusting forward which pressed him into my clit. Our tempo increased slowly and I became aware of my building orgasm. Michael also seemed ready to explode so he stopped just as my orgasm began and I begged for more. He remained in me and my vagina throbbed around his cock as I came. It only lasted a few seconds, but the fullness inside me felt fantastic.

We caught our breath and started slowly again. Michael reached down and lifted my legs high and wide to give him better penetration. Our pace quickened and we were soon thrusting with all our might, both grunting and moaning with each stroke. I was close to climax again when Michael yelled “I’m coming!” I felt his cock pulse and grow inside me and I screamed as that pushed me over the edge.

My memory of that night has always been hazy at this point. I know I saw stars and felt blackness close around me. The sound of my screaming echoed strangely. When I regained consciousness I opened my eyes to see Michael’s concerned face.

“Are you back with us Linda? You had me worried. I’ve never seen a woman pass out like that during her climax.”

My memory of the preceding minutes was full of pleasure beyond belief. And it was thanks to this wonderful man.

I couldn’t move my body so I turned my head toward him and said “Thank you Michael. That was incredible. I’ve never experienced that level of pleasure before. You are a wonderful lover.” I kissed him.

I lay there and let my mind go free. I imagined how wonderful it would be to spend every Saturday night with Michael. Now that it was over, my desire to repeat that pleasure soared. I couldn’t imagine my life without some regular love making with Michael. I still loved John of course, but this was something different. I fell into that wonderful post-coital sleep where the body doesn’t move at all and time seems to stand still.

When I woke, Michael was sleeping next to me. I rolled my head to the other side to check on John. But he wasn’t there! I used all of my strength to lift my head and look around the room. It was empty. I felt some concern for John and forced myself to roll out of bed and get to my feet. I stopped in the bathroom and used a washcloth to tidy up between my legs.

When I walked into the sitting room I saw John sitting on the couch, facing away from me. His shoulders seemed to be shaking. I walked over and he jumped when he realized I was there. I sat down beside him and tried to read his face. All I saw was pain and grief. “Oh John! What happened? Please tell me.’ He leaned over putting his head on my shoulder and sobbed “I’ve lost you Linda, I know I’ve lost you. I’m so sorry we did this.”

I was totally confused. The man who had initiated our exploration of this sexual adventure and was excited to execute it was suddenly sorry about it. But why?

“John” I said “what do you mean? This was a wonderful experience. I had the best sex of my life. Michael is a master.”

He grimaced and squeezed his eyes closed. I suddenly understood and deeply regretted that last remark. I reached around and hugged him to me. What could I say to retract that stinging insult?

“John, you haven’t lost me. I’m right here. I love you as I always have and always will. Nothing has changed.” Then I waited for him to say something.

“Oh Linda. I saw you. I heard you as you experienced the kind of lovemaking that I have never been able to give you — and never will be able to. You’re only human. You’ll certainly want more times with Michael. I can see that. And eventually you will realize that you are happier with him than with me. I can’t compete with that.”

I was staggered by the depth of his loss of confidence in himself. I had to try to repair that.

“John, don’t be silly. I had a good time tonight but I don’t want any more sessions like this.”

Then I remembered what I had been thinking minutes ago in bed with Michael. I did want more, and more, and more. The depth of my problem came to me slowly. I did love John. I would stay with him forever. Having any more nights like this would be torture for him. But I wanted more nights like this. I had seen, and felt, the promised land of sexuality. My libido screamed for more.

I finally realized that I had to make this decision right then. If I told him that I did want more from Michael or others, it would crush him, and our marriage. If I ambiguously promised John that I would try to be faithful, he would always be worried and suspicious. To keep our marriage I had to give him an absolute promise never to stray — and give up the most incredible sexual opportunity of my life. Then I would have to keep that promise and never let myself be tempted again.

I needed a moment to think so I got up and collected my clothes in the sitting room and dressed slowly. Fortunately, my rational mind won out over my libido. I chose John.