I love reading the stories which include those 4 little words “we have to talk”, but often the wife comes across as a complete bitch or as one author points out, having recently been struck by a Martian Slut Ray. This is an attempt to explore if those words would ever be part of a reasonable conversation within a long standing relationship.
Susan and Matt were married 27years ago after a fairly standard college romance, in that time they had successfully raised two children both of whom had fled the nest within the last year.
Matt was nearing 50, at 5ft 10inches and 180lbs he seemed to be in a never ending battle not to put on too much weight and just about managed it, at least most of the time. His original dark hair had increasing flecks of grey, which he laughed off as a distinguishing feature. Still working full time as an engineer, the job took up a lot of time but as he enjoyed it so much he didn’t mind the extra hours. Thankfully as the children had begun their own adult lives, this meant Matt had more time to pick up on the hobbies of his youth including golf, fishing and anything relating to the outdoors, he was at last able to go on the extended trips with his long standing friends.
Matt’s wife Susan was 48, 5ft 7 with green eyes and blonde collar length hair cut into waves. Regular gym sessions helped her stay in shape, age had still impacted leaving a curvier 38d 28 36 figure. She worked part time as a teacher and had a passion for reading, theatre, film and the arts. She loved classic films from the 50’s and favoured vintage fitted skirts, dresses and jackets. Unlike Matt she missed her children terribly and felt a huge void when they left home, this seemed to be compounded by Matt being endlessly busy at work or away on another trip. If asked she would confirm she was happily married but recently she had started to feel… what was it… ‘lonely’ perhaps. She was sure it must just be a phase that many empty nester mums had to get used to. She tried talking to Matt about it but he seemed a bit oblivious whilst her repeated attempts to do things together as a couple were relegated behind both his work and hobbies. Given how hard he worked she was happy he had time to do the things he enjoyed, she just wished more of than involved her.
Two months later, Susan’s was chatting to her friend Helen on the phone. Helen mentioned her son Will travelling down for an interview in the city during the following week, after a convoluted discussion of arrangements and options, Susan insisted Will should travel the day before the interview and stay over with them. It would remove the chance of travel problems, save on hotel costs and would hopefully be more relaxing for the interview. Helen was delighted and informed Will. As expected Matt was fine about the arrangement, having known the family for years he was keen to help.
It was a slightly apprehensive Will that Susan picked up from the train station on Tuesday. Susan almost didn’t recognise him, he’d grown so much and looked sharp and professional, with his previous unruly sandy hair and beard trimmed no doubt for the interview. Susan mused: was he really 24 years old now, it seemed only a couple of years ago they had all enjoyed family holidays together.
They chatted easily, spending the next few hours catching up about family and friends. Susan showed him to her son’s old room and left him to do some interview preparation. When Matt came home they enjoyed an evening meal together. Will hadn’t changed much, he was still shy and quiet in nature, but had an easy going and caring nature which always made him popular and trusted amongst his small but close group of friends. Matt gave him some tips about the interview, a key theme being that he shouldn’t undersell himself. Interviews weren’t a time to be shy or retiring. It was nice to have company again and Susan enjoyed fussing over the arrangements and making everything as easy as possible for Will before the interview.
It was only a day after Will travelled home that he phoned Susan to say he had landed the job, immediately thanking Susan and Matt for all of the help. He sounded thrilled, telling Susan all about his new role and what it would entail. His enthusiasm was infectious, Susan was delighted and found herself feeling both proud and excited. She insisted Will stay with them until he sorted out accommodation in the city as it was only 3 weeks until his planned employment start date.
Will moved in a couple of weeks later, insisting he’d get a flat and be out of their hair as soon as possible. Neither Susan nor Matt minded in the slightest. Will insisted on paying rent, saying it was fraction of any other accommodation he’d looked at and it had the added advantage of being all set up allowing him to concentrate on making a good start at work.
A few weeks in and Will was doing well at work but due to his shy nature hadn’t made too many friends. Susan began showing him the sites on weekends when Matt was busy. Much to her surprise he expressed an interest in the arts and museums, giving Susan the perfect opportunity to revisit the places she loved and talk at length with Will. He was an eager student absorbing lots of information and asking insightful questions, Susan felt in her natural element, maybe it was the teacher in her, sharing her passion and knowledge across a wide range of topics. They often ate out, usually lunches but sometimes dinner before a show.
Matt remained a busy workaholic, he was delighted with Susan’s upturn in mood. Having Will to look after seemed to rekindle some of her old spark and it meant he didn’t haven’t to take Susan to shows and museums which he found interminably boring.
Can a single touch change a relationship?
Susan had been to a show and had dinner with Will. He told her that he had passed his probation period at work and was officially a permanent employee. Susan’s was so pleased, without thinking she reached out naturally and held Will’s forearm… they both froze.
Will looked down at her hand and then into Susan’s eyes, Susan blushed, she tried pull her hand back but seemed unable to do so. They were moving closer, were they going to kiss? They both came to their senses and the moment was broken. Susan removed her hand and returned to congratulating Will about the job, the rest of the night passing relatively normally but with a slight sense on unease.
Susan lay in bed thinking about the exchange. She began to recall the subtle looks Will had given her. He had checked out her figure a few times especially her cleavage but then all guys tended to do that. She found it flattering especially from Will; he was so handsome and fit. They got on so well, she hadn’t realised it at the time but it was almost like they had been dating. Could he feel the same way, this was dangerous territory, she couldn’t let this develop into anything, and it just had to stop.
Will seemed to be scarce around the house for the next few days and Susan saw little of him. The following week whilst having dinner with Matt and Susan, Will announced that he had the chance of a room with a colleague who lived really close to his work and thought he should take it, emphasising that Matt and Susan deserved some peace. Matt tried to talk him out of it, saying they were enjoying his company. Susan found herself on the verge of tears and excused herself to go to the bathroom. She gave up trying to work out her emotions and gave herself a firm talking to: she really needed to get a grip; she managed to return to the meal and act normal despite her feeling of loss.
Later she was able to catch Will alone in the kitchen. She asked if it was anything she had done. Will look sheepish, saying quietly:
“I think its best I move out, I’ve become too close to you and have developed feelings for you. That’s not fair to you or Matt, you have both have been so good to me and don’t need that, I’m really sorry.”
Susan was in turmoil, she’d developed feelings too but she could barely admit it to herself and certainly couldn’t tell Will. She replied:
“You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for, I’ve loved your company and think you are right about us getting a little too close. Do you really have a room to go to?”
Will: “Yeah, a guy at work needs some cash, so I can share with him until I get a bit more sorted, it’s not really closer to work but it feels like the right thing to do.”
Susan nodded: and attempted a smile “It will probably be good for you, spending more time with people your age, don’t be a stranger though, and come back if you have any problems.”
Will smiled and agreed, although Susan sensed that he wouldn’t consider it.
Susan had plenty of time to reflect in the following weeks; Will staying and then leaving highlighted all the things Susan was missing in her relationship with Matt. Although best friends they had no shared interests and spent little time together, sex was rare and uninspiring. It seemed they had been drifting apart for years and the kids had been a big part of what held them together.
Susan tried her best to discuss things with Matt and persisted for the next few months eventually deciding she needed to force the discussion. After dinner on Friday night she was going to talk to Matt whilst trying desperately to avoid the dreaded “we need to talk” phrase.
Susan: “Matt, there’s something important I need to discuss with you, can we sit down and talk.”
“Of course” replied Matt taking a seat next to her on the couch.
“Sorry Matt this is really difficult, I’ve been trying to discuss it with you for ages, but couldn’t find the right words or the right time. I guess the crux of it is that I’m wondering how you feel about us and where we are at?”
“Well I think we’re ok… aren’t we?”
“I’m not so sure Matt, I don’t think we are ok and I’ve been struggling for some time and feel so lonely. We’re really good friends and I love that aspect of our lives… but we pretty much lead separate lives, we only come back together for family events and we are rarely intimate.”
Matt “Oh right, I hadn’t realised you felt like that, but being friends isn’t a bad thing, and we can do more things together.”
Susan: “Maybe, but I have been trying that for quite a while, years in fact. I love you having your own interests and I wouldn’t want to stop you from doing all of your hobbies, it’s a part of who you are. I don’t think we noticed all those years running around after the kids but we seem to have drifted apart.”
Matt: “I still love you Susan.”
Susan : “I know and I love you, but I wonder if you are still ‘in love’ with me though, do you still desire me, you remember that feeling where you can’t bare to be apart and your immersed in everything you do as a couple. We haven’t been like that for a long long time.”
Matt hesitated, was there something in what Susan was saying? He realised they weren’t as close as they once were, but the idea of not being in love had never crossed his mind. He knew his feelings had changed over time, but assumed they would remain a couple forever and he was surprised Susan had doubts. Susan’s comments had an uncomfortable ring of truth though; despite this he tried to justify their relationship.
“We can’t expect to be ‘loves young dream’ at our age, bringing up a family takes a toll, We know each other so well, we support, respect and care for each other, some people would be desperate to have those things, we’re still good together.”
Susan frowned: “Are we, this is going to sound shocking to you, but I’m wondering if we should try separating for a while, see how it feels for both of us. I feel a bit lost and need some time to work myself out, I’ve never really thought about my hopes and aspirations after raising a family, I don’t want to let the rest of my life to just fizzle out.”
Matt: “Whoa you want to get a divorce?
Susan: “No, I honestly don’t know, I know having Will here showed me some things that we have being missing.”
Matt “What, Will really! You two weren’t having an affair, were you?”
Susan: “God no, nothing like that… I’ve always been faithful. But having him here did demonstrate things I’d missed in a relationship and stirred up a lot of feelings. Spending time together, having joint interests and feeling excited about new experiences, I’ve missed all of that. It’s not about him; it’s about me and our relationship. I’m wondering if we still have that intimate connection to be a genuine couple, some time apart might help us work that out.”
Matt: “Is that just some excuse to ease your conscience on the way out. I’m assuming this separation would enable you to spend the time trying out other men?”
Susan: “I don’t see it that way, it’s a genuine attempt to work out what I want and you could do the same. I was thinking about moving in with my sister and then see how things feel. I hadn’t thought about other men or dating, but I want to try new things, try to build a life I’m happier in.
Matt spat out: “Does your new things include a guy you’ve already lined up”.
Susan calmed herself before responding: “It doesn’t, there isn’t anyone else. I guess eventually we both might think about going out with others to see how that feels, but we could let each other know that rather than doing anything dishonest.”
Matt: “I don’t want you going somewhere else, everyone would know for one thing, including the kids. We should stay living together and try and sort this out between us.”
Susan: “Can we both think about it, I thought my sister’s would be less hurtful and easier for both of us, but I’m open to other ideas. I do need to change things Matt, I’m just not happy anymore.”
Matt felt like his brain was going to explode, thoughts, questions and emotions were crowding in on him and he could feel his anger building, he stood grabbed his coat and left without saying another word.
Susan’s eyed filled with tears, she sighed. There was no way to avoid hurting Matt and she was worried about how he would react. Shouting and screaming may have been better but she knew he needed time would work things through logically. At least she was relieved to have finally broached the subject but she had no idea how this would pan out. She thought about her own questions and didn’t have many answers: Was she still in love with Matt? Was he still in love with her? Could they still be happy together? Was she throwing away good thing with a good man? What did she want? The only thing she seemed sure about was she couldn’t continue on as they had been doing, it was suffocating her.
Matt didn’t return until after 11pm, Susan guessed he’d been at their local pub, he didn’t say anything as he got into bed and turned his back to her. Susan knew better than to start another conversation until he was ready. She got very little sleep and suspected it was the same for Matt. She kept asking herself if she had done the right thing; was there another better way? She remained restless and full of self-doubt.
It was Matt who started the conversation at breakfast on Saturday morning:
“I’ve been thinking about what you said.”
Susan looked up, unsure what was to follow.
Matt: “I’m sorry you’re unhappy, but accept some of what you said made sense.”
He hesitated before continuing: “I don’t want to lose the life we have built, I love the times we have together as a family. I guess I share some of your feelings and wonder if it would be different with someone else. Having said that and don’t want to give up on us.
Susan suspected the engineer in Matt had been working out some form of solution, so prompted:
“Where does that leave us?”
Matt: “I want us both to stay in the house, whilst we work this out, so it remains between us. I can move into one of the kids’ rooms and we can live separately. You seemed happier when Will was here, so look to do the stuff that interests you and I’ll do the same.”
Susan’s mind was whirring, could that work, would it allow them to test being apart enough. On face value it changed things, but wasn’t as drastic as her own solution.
Susan: “I’d be willing to try that, I have a few questions though.”
Matt: “Which are?”
Susan : What do we do about money, meals, family events, also what if either of us go out with other people, just events and dinners I mean, not dating?”
Matt: “Money doesn’t change for now; we sort our own meals and attend family events as a couple. In principle we can see other people, but we’d have to be honest and tell the other person, even for a plutonic lunch or dinner. Anything would have to be discreet and no one else comes back to the house. If it’s progressing into something else we have to let each know.”
Susan: “Ok, I guess that might work and let us test out how an element of living separating feels”
Matt: “I do have another proposal, that we go out together, on a date once a week.”
Susan: “Oh right, why?”
Matt: “To give ourselves a chance, we try dating, see how we feel based on something new, not because we’re married or obliged to do it.”
Susan beamed: “I would like that. I’m in no hurry to give up on us. I’m sorry if that’s how it sounded.”
The conservations continued but the principles for the trial separation were set. Matt moved rooms and they started their ‘almost separate’ lives.
After a month, it felt like not much had changed, Susan went to events and shows which interested her but found herself lacking and missing company. If anything separate meals and living felt lonelier than ever. She had enjoyed her dates with Matt but it felt like good friends meeting up and lacked any spark. Matt seemed to be coping with things far better, his busy work and social activities increasing. He even mentioned a single divorced woman was playing as part of his usual 4 ball golf round.
Susan couldn’t quite bring herself to try dating anyone else, there were definitely a couple of teaching colleagues who had shown an interest in her but it felt alien to consider after so many years of marriage.
It was a week later when Susan bumped into a colleague Rob Carter at a new pop up art exhibition. They chatted easily and enjoyed the exhibition together. Rob was quite charming and invited her for a drink afterward. He confirmed he was in a similar position as Susan, in the middle of a separation and potentially heading toward divorce, this became the centre of their conversation providing common ground and a sounding board for each other. Susan was relieved to finally share her feelings with someone who understood. At the end of the night Susan was pleasantly surprised when Rob asked her out to dinner on the following Friday.
As Matt was rushing out for yet another game of golf, Susan mentioned that she was thinking about going out with someone on Friday, he hardly seemed to react as he rushed off. She speculated about if he was already seeing his new golfing partner, to her surprise she found herself hoping he was considering it. It might help him decide what he wanted; a critical part of her issues was Matt expressing very little desire for her.
On Friday, Susan enjoyed some morning shopping picking out a new deep purple flared dress and sling back high heels for her date with Rob. In the afternoon she went to the hair dressers and also had her nails done. At 6pm she put on her make up and underwear, choosing a matching red satin bustier and French knickers. She needed nylons to go with the dress and after much indecision chose a suspender belt and black nylons. She waivered, wondering if it was too much but decided it was time to start going for things and take risks that the old Susan would never have considered.
She felt strange, knowing she was potentially preparing herself for someone who was not her husband. Despite this she liked what she saw in the mirror, the dress did its best to contain both her breasts and cover an expansive sweep of nylon covered thighs. Perfume and jewellery finished her preparations.
Susan had forgotten all about Matt; that changed suddenly as she descended the stairs. He took one look at her and burst into tears.
Matt thought he’d never seen Susan looking so desirable and the realisation it wasn’t for him sent a shock wave through him he hadn’t anticipated. The upset and tears were on him before he had any chance to control his emotions.
Susan was horrified, she never intended this and immediately called Rob, Matt could only catch one side of the conversation.
“Sorry something has come up, I can’t make it.”
“No, I didn’t change my mind. I can’t tonight, its Matt and something I need to help him with.”
“We’ll sort something out, thanks for understanding; I’ll call when I can.”
With that Susan hung up.
Matt: “I’m sorry, I know we agreed and you told me, it’s just such a shock seeing you, looking like that.”
Susan looked down self-consciously, suddenly very aware of her lingerie and her dress feeling too low, too short and too tight.
Matt continued: “You look stunning by the way.”
Susan was surprised, she thought he was going to say she look slutty or cheap. She smiled:
“Sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you, I never thought about you seeing me and knowing it was a date.”
Matt forced a smile: You can still go, I’ll cope.”
Susan: “How’s about we order in a take away and try to relax. We still need to look after each whilst we work through all of this, whatever this is.”
They did exactly that, Matt appreciated that Susan had seemingly put him before her date and had been honest in explaining the reason. She had even managed to do so without embarrassing him, it was fairly typical of how socially aware and adept Susan could be. For Susan it was an easy and natural decision, she didn’t really think twice after seeing how upset Matt was. They enjoyed a comfortable night together asking how each other were coping. Matt asked about her date, Susan didn’t give too much way and Matt was similarly coy about his new golfing partner, just saying they were getting on well. The night left them both with very mixed emotions. Matt was seeing Susan in a different light, he couldn’t quite rationalise his previous disinterest with the beautiful woman sitting across from him. Susan was reflecting on some of the many things she liked about Matt’s personality.
At the end of the night Matt suggested Susan call her date up and rearrange it for the following night, he had plans to for an overnight fishing trip which might make things easier. It pained him to make the offer, but it felt like the right thing to do. Susan wasn’t sure how she felt about the date anymore, but thought it might help resolve some of her issues one way or the other.
The following day Susan repeated her routine for getting ready, managing to over-come the constant butterflies in her stomach. She was relieved when finally sitting down at a restaurant table with Rob.
The date didn’t start well, Rob’s confidence bordered on arrogance throughout the meal. Susan was getting the impression he wasn’t as separated as he had first suggested but he denied it when she asked. They drank quite a bit with the meal and then went onto a club. Rob’s hands were all over her when they danced, he disregarded her requests to sit down and she struggled to keep his hands off her. She felt a bit too drunk and out of control, tears filled her eyes. She was starting to panic, wondering how she could get out of the situation
“Can I cut in?”
Susan was unsure who said the words, as she swung around to see, she heard Rob shout.
“No, she’s my date, fuck off.”
Susan’s teary eyes connected with Will’s and she almost cried in relief.
Will smiled: “Well she’s a good friend of mine and it looks like she doesn’t want to dance with you anymore.”
Susan’s eyes answered to Will, her mouth eventually catching up:
“Our date is finished Rob, I don’t want to dance and don’t want to spend a second more with you.”
Rob reddened: “You’re such a cock tease, you stupid bitch.”
He didn’t let her go, turning to Will he continued:
“And I told you to fuck off.”
Susan gasped, worried that the confrontation was going to escalate. Will seemed to relax and just smiled at Rob for a few seconds, before saying:
“I’d be happy for us to go outside and resolve this.”
Rob became aware Will was a lot younger, bigger and fitter than him, he also seemed altogether far too calm, he thought through his options, none of which readily appealed.
“Fine, you can have the frigid cow; she isn’t worth the effort anyway.”
As Rob stormed away, Susan’s tears finally broke, she found herself weeping on Will’s shoulder and then apologising for messing up his shirt, before crying some more. Will guided her outside for some fresh air, catching odd words from Susan, something about trying two dates and both being disasters, then something about Will saving her. He spotted an open café and ordered two coffees, giving Susan time to finally regain some composure. As she did she began thanking Will profusely for being her saviour.
Will explained he had been surprised to see her at the club and then being increasing concerned at the actions of the guy she was with before he finally came across. He asked who the guy was and where was Matt. It wasn’t long before Susan was explaining the trial separation. Will seemed keenly interested and surprised Susan by asking if that meant she was free to date, he went on:.
“You know I’ve always liked you. ”
Susan smiled: “I think I realised that and if you were my age, well maybe we could…”
Will frowned: “You really don’t know Susan, I’ve thought about you constantly for almost 10 years now, You’re everything I value in a woman, smart, sexy, caring, intelligent, funny, exciting, I could go on and on.”
Susan blushed: “Really, including sexy?”
Will smiled: “Especially sexy, just look at you! You are so attractive, your body is awesome and your smile lights up a room and the best bit is you have no idea, it’s so effortless. In our late teens all the guys fancied you.”
Susan was lost for words, she was sure Will was exaggerating but it was so long since she’d heard anything like that she was ecstatic. Obviously Will was a hunk and for him to be thinking about her that way was a bit over whelming. She knew they had grown close previously but could it be sexual and the age gap worried her. Her further thoughts were interrupted by Will.
“Don’t over think it, just go for it, Susan would you be willing to go out with me, on a proper date I mean… maybe a nice meal?”
Again Susan blushed, he asked so innocently it felt almost impossible to say no:
“I think we could do that”, she stammered.
They discussed the details, it took a few times for the details to sink in as Susan’s mind continued to conflict, jumping from guilt to excitement.
The night of their date immediately felt different to all of their other times together, just the way Will was looking at her, and then there were the compliments and the nature of conversation which was more personal. There was no doubt it was exciting and laced with sexual chemistry. Susan thought Will was an absolute hunk and he appeared far more mature than when he lived with herself and Matt. To her surprise, Will recounted in great detail some of the times he’d spoken and spent time with Susan over the years.
As they moved from the hotel restaurant to the bar, Will rested a hand on Susan’s back, his touch felt almost electric and Susan shivered. Their easy conversation continued over drinks, finally Will asked if Susan would like coffee back at his flat. It seemed such a natural request, Susan’s face flushed but nodded in agreement.
As they went to Susan’s car Will’s hand again touched her back, but then slid down to be partially between the small of her back and her upper ass. His eyes checked Susan’s for signs of concern, only to be greeted in a silent smile. He leaned in and kissed Susan. This was no soft introduction, his tongue immediately entering her mouth and exploring. It was a kiss full of passion, sending sensations all over Susan’s body. The kiss continued until they finally had to break for air, they both uttered ‘wow’ at the same time and began laughing.
Will admired Susan’s legs as she stepped into the car, her dress riding higher as she drove to Will’s flat. It was difficult to tell who was keenest to get into the flat first. They burst through the door and restarted the somewhat desperate kissing.
As they were kissing Will’s hand naturally touched her ass. Was that a suspender belt? He was already erect but the thought of Susan in stockings had him throbbing. Will gasped:
“I really want to make love to you Susan, but for now I really want to fuck you, I’ve dreamed about this for years.”
It was the moment of truth, if Susan had any doubts now was the time. It went beyond what she had agreed with Matt but after months of sexual frustration she was lost in the moment. Will used words Matt never had, words she found arousing, she felt desirable and wanton, this was the passion she hadn’t experienced in years. Susan stepped backed, unzipped her dress and let it pool at her feet. She was standing in black heels and stockings, red satin French knickers and matching bustier.
Will’s eyes widened, Susan was delighted with his reaction, he stammered: “You’re like a Goddess, those tits are magnificent.”
Susan cupped her breasts and gave them a playful jiggle: “What these little things?”
Will stepped toward her, kissing again whilst cupping two delightfully large breasts, his hands began to explore her body. Breaking the kiss Will hurried to undress; Susan glimpsed a strong and fit torso, flashes of abs and muscles and then a rather large and erect cock. She continued to check Will out:
“Mmm, that’s a great package; I can’t tell you how much I’m looking forwarding to being serviced by it.”
Susan undid her bustier, knelt down and placed Will’s cock in her cleavage, squeezing her breasts around it. They were so big Will’s cock almost disappeared, some adept movements by Susan had Will groaning. Just as he was thinking nothing could feel better, Will look down to see a smiling Susan lick down his whole length then back up never breaking eye contact. She teased relentlessly until he was begging for her to suck it; Susan’s mouth engulfed his now ragingly hard cock.
The sucking action quickly had him on the verge of cumming. In response Will pushed Susan back onto the bed, he immediately dove on her newly shaved pussy, licking, kissing and nibbling with gusto. Matt had never done this for Susan and if felt extraordinary. She was aware of his strong hands continuing to explore her body and arched in response. At that point she wrapped her stocking clad legs around his head. This drove Will on immediately giving Susan an orgasm, Will didn’t stop and Susan rolled into further multiple orgasms, she had never experienced anything like it. As her final orgasm was subsiding Will suddenly moved up her body, kissing her mouth, his cock forced it was into her still spasming pussy. He felt so big and powerful, his cock just kept filling her. On the point of being painful he withdrew, Susan felt empty, then he thrust back into her, the contrast of feeling empty and then filled was exhilarating, illustrated by Susan’s continued moaning.
Susan was breathless: “Mmm that’s it take me lover, fuck me.”
Will wasted no time in picking up the pace and he gave her everything he had, repeatedly ploughing into her. It wasn’t making love but it was what they both needed. Will felt Susan convulsing into another orgasm which triggered his own; they both felt him cumming filling Susan’s married pussy, before they collapsed in a heap.
Susan: “Wow you cum in buckets, that’s was wonderful.”
Will replied: “For you I do, you’re better than my wildest dreams.”
Susan: “How long before you can go again? I’d like a repeat.”
Will didn’t reply, but simply mounted back onto Susan and slid a still hard cock back into her.”
Susan was delighted: “Really, you can do that, Mmm the benefit of youth, so eager and ready to go again.”
Will took his time, his motions were steady and he penetrated deeply, feeling every inch of each other. His eyes and hands ran over her body, he’d never seen anyone look so beautiful. Susan clung to him desperately; enjoying the feel of his strongly muscled shoulders, cringing slightly as she saw her wedding ring pressed against Will’s bicep. However the most intense sensations stemmed from their continued deep and passionate kissing.
Susan had never made love for so long; Will seemed to be in complete control. It also occurred to her that she had orgasmed more times in the last hour than the previous 6 months; Will slowed through her climax and gently continued as she recovered. The contrast to their initial bout was stark. Finally Will began to cum, as it was building he looked into her eyes and never broke contact until he had completed. Susan had never experienced anything like it, the stare was so intense, she was immersed in the emotion and ecstasy showing across his face which she cupped in her hands.
He gently withdrew and pulled her into a hug. His strong arms wrapping around her, providing a feeling of protection and reassurance. A little dazed, they basked in the afterglow of their erotic coupling and closeness of what they felt. Finally Susan explained she had to get dressed and go home despite Will’s protests, she promised another date and finally made her way home just before midnight.
The next morning in the kitchen, Matt asked her how her date had been. Susan knew she needed to be careful not to hurt his feelings and she prayed he wouldn’t ask who it was.
“Yeah, it was good” she tried saying casually.
Matt’s reply was as direct and factual as ever: “Did you have sex?”
She could see the anger building in Matt; a bland non-committal response wasn’t going to work. Before she could respond Matt fizzed the next question at her:
“Well let’s hear the gory details, was it everything you hoped, was he younger, fitter, had a massive cock and could go all night?”
The true answer to all those questions was yes, absolutely yes, he fucked her like she had never been fucked before and she loved every moment of it. He made her feel completely desired, a sex siren, lavishing in his attention. She took a deep breath.
“Yes I did have sex and it was good Matt, I don’t want to go into all the details. You know size is a male ego thing and no I didn’t measure. He was… enthusiastic, it felt different to us, but that’s all I intend saying about it.
Matt stormed out of the kitchen, she heard him crashing about in the garage until his van pulled away.
Susan replayed the night before, was it worth it? And could she avoid the pain she was causing Matt? She felt that she did have some answers. Whatever happened with Will she did want a full relationship with a partner who desired her, friendship wasn’t enough. It was time to ask Matt about divorce, horrible though that was it was better than dragging things out and it would allow both of them to move on. She hoped they could do it amicably and remain friends, musing that she still consider Matt her best friend.
Matt never came back, when she checked a good deal of his camping and outdoor gear had gone, she assumed he’d be away a day or two giving himself time to think. After 3 days there was no word, his didn’t answer his mobile. Susan was worried, neither his friends nor the children had heard from him. Just as Susan had convinced the police to take Matt’s disappearance seriously, she received an email from Matt.
Susan,
I’ve heard from friends you are looking for me, don’t bother. Inform the police I am fit and well. I’ve resigned; don’t know if I’ll come back, I’ll use my half of the savings.
Matt.
What did he mean not come back, did he mean ever. Where was he? Who was he with? These and more questions were returned to the email address he had used, but no amount of concern or begging got a response. The children did say they had received phone calls from Matt, but he didn’t give much away, wanting to focus about what was happening in their lives.
Susan pondered her fate, was she was abandoned! And where did she go from here? Her initial anger with Matt disappeared and she hoped he was ok. Her final email to him simply asked if he could let her know he was ok from time to time, but gained no reply.
Despite leading separate lives she was surprised how much she missed Matt’s company. Finally through one of Matt’s friend she discovered he was walking through the Alps and was picking up Rep and guiding work with no plan to return. She summarised it might be Matt’s way to find himself, he’d always had a passion for the outdoors, perhaps their life together had stopped him doing it earlier.
Matt had withdrawn half the savings, their mortgage was paid off, but Susan had to return to full time work to meet the bills.
Susan remained in contact with Will, but with everything happening it was 3 weeks before they got back together. Unbelievably the sex in their second date was even hotter than the first, they tried lots of positions. Will particularly liked Susan riding him cowgirl, unable to take his eyes off her bouncing tits, whilst Susan enjoyed a fairly robust fucking from behind whilst on all fours. She never really thought about speaking much whilst having sex with Matt, but with Will it was big part of the eroticism. They would spur each other, asking for more or breathlessly confirm how good it was. Susan would beg for more of Will’s cock, whilst he claimed her pussy as his.
After that they met a couple of times a week. Two months later and no sign of Matt, Will was regularly going to Susan’s home and staying over. After four months he’d all but moved in and was fucking Susan pretty much every night in her marital bed.
Susan had read the stories, those crazed women who say hunny ‘we need to talk’ then announce a lover. She pondered if her actions were comparable. The fact that her much younger lover was now sharing her marital bed made for some uncomfortable reflection. She was still married all be it abandoned, was she as bad as the women in those stories, she hoped not but wasn’t certain.
Was she in a better place for having that original discussion with Matt, she thought so but time would tell. Maybe they should have separated and divorced before seeing other people and it would have been less painful for Matt, but then things may not have changed and that thought left Susan feeling slightly ill. She didn’t expect her relationship with Will to last, but it might and she was in no doubt that she needed a relationship which included passion and desire.
Epilog: Susan received divorced papers through the post 8 months later. She exchanged some polite emails with Matt and eventually some phone calls, agreeing to sell the family home and split the proceeds. Matt continued to travel and work abroad often meeting up with a previous golfing partner for extended vacations. To her surprise Susan’s relationship with Will continued, after some initial shock even friends and family had come to accept it. Maybe there were both in a better place after all.