Many thanks to my sweet inspiration blackrandl1958 for her guidance and editing. Thanks to Todd172 for Beta reading.
What’s the American dream? Go to school, graduate, enter college. That’s the beginning, and that was my life. Jane Marshfield, college student, and on my way to living the American Dream. In the summer between my junior and senior years of college, I met the man who would give me the rest of that dream.
His name was John, and we became a couple. Everyone assumed we would be getting married, and just before the new school term began, we gave each other our virginities. He made it official not much later. He proposed to me in the most romantic way, and I accepted. That was twenty years ago.
My mother and I spent most of that last week at home making initial plans for the wedding.
Back at school, while it seemed like I spent every spare minute on the phone with my mother finalizing the details of the wedding, I still made sure to show John just how much I loved him.
Although our sex life was loving and enthusiastic it wasn’t very adventurous, but we were happy and felt no need to experiment.
The wedding was a week after graduation, and after a romantic honeymoon in the Virgin Islands we settled down to married life.
Two years later, almost to the day, we welcomed our son, James, adding another chapter to the dream. We became the typical suburban family.
Over the years, we gave the appearance of a happy suburban couple, and if you had asked us we would have said, “Yes, we’re very happy.”
As we watched James drive off to college, I felt a little empty, as a big part of our lives was gone. In hindsight, I suppose John must have felt the same, but we never spoke of it.
At first, we took advantage of our new-found privacy to rejuvenate our sex lives, though we still weren’t very adventurous, and soon settled back into a usual routine. If I’m going to be honest, that was mostly my fault. John tried to get me to try new things, but I thought that we were too old, or they were too dirty, and he soon gave up trying.
We also tried to find more time for fun activities like dance lessons and going to the theater, but one or the other of us always seemed to have something that needed doing at work or whatever.
With John’s encouragement, I started going on a Girls’ Night Out with some of the women at work. This wasn’t what you might think; it was completely innocent, a few drinks, a bite to eat, and some discreet dancing, as the Nuns used to tell us, “Leave room for the Holy Ghost!” I was always home around ten, and it felt good to blow off a little steam.
I’ll never know for sure, but I truly believe that everything would have been fine if it hadn’t been for Alice.
Alice was a relatively new member of our group. She was the sister of Sally, one of my co-workers.
Alice was a real wild child, twice divorced. That should have set off some warning bells, but as they say, “hindsight is 20-20.” She loved to regale us with tales of her latest conquest; she seemed to have a new man every week, and I was initially shocked that she had sex with each of them, but I gradually got accustomed to her life-style.
She would always tell us about how much fun it was to learn about each lover, both what turned them on, and what they did to turn her on. She told us all the different positions they used, I was too embarrassed to admit I’d never heard of some of them. I’d look them up on the computer when I got home; some really shocked me, but some really turned me on.
The start of my troubles was when she would describe the men to us. It wasn’t so much their general descriptions; obviously some were taller or shorter, fatter or skinnier, but what really caught my attention was when she started talking about the different penises.
The only penis I had ever seen was John’s, and I had assumed that all penises were pretty much the same, but she quickly disabused me of that notion. Some were short, some were long; some were fat, some were thin; straight, curved, circumcised and not. She just went on and on, giddy about how much fun it was to “try out different cocks.”
Most of the girls just laughed at her stories, and Sally, seeing the look of fascination on my face, pulled me aside.
“Don’t let her fool you,” she said, “It’s not all fun and games. Why do you think she’s been divorced twice?”
I nodded and thanked her for her concern, but it was too late; the hook had been set.
I thought about all the experiences I had missed being only with John all these years; I began to feel cheated, deprived, and made up my mind to do something about it.
My opportunity came with the arrival of a new employee, Larry Saunders. Larry was a few years younger than I was, in his mid-thirties, and was quite the hunk!
He wore no ring and made no effort to show that he was in any sort of relationship. Quite the contrary, he went out of his way to chat with, and yes, flirt with any of the female employees who showed the slightest interest, with no regard to their relationship status.
The men in the office hated him, but they were obviously jealous of his good looks and all the female attention he got.
He soon started showing up at our GNO’s, and at first I mentioned it to John, casually laughing off his obvious Lounge Lizard moves.
I started to worry that John might get the wrong, or is that right, idea and crash the party, so I backed off on the Larry talk.
Naturally, Alice set her sights on him, and down-graded her wardrobe from merely “office slutty” to all-out slutty. She had no trouble getting her hooks into Larry, and they started leaving the club earlier, when they bothered to show up at all.
One night, Alice showed up by herself, and was nearly bursting at the seams to tell us everything.
“Oh, girls,” she said, “he’s just amazing! When he took his shirt off, his body was even better than I had imagined. It wasn’t hard, but it was well-defined, and VERY comfortable.
“I was disappointed when he turned around to take his pants off, until I saw his ass. I never thought I could get turned on by a man’s ass, but his is just incredible.
“Then he turned around and I got a good look at his cock! I’ve seen a lot of cocks, and his wasn’t the longest or the thickest, but there was something about it that was just beautiful. More importantly, he knew how to use it!
“He quickly undressed me, and I was getting wetter and wetter until he pulled my panties off with his teeth. He was about to go down on me, but I was ready to fuck!
“‘Never mind that,’ I said, ‘Just fuck me,’ and I’ll be damned if he didn’t do just that. I don’t think that I can ever settle down, but if there’s one thing that could make me, it would be ‘Larry’s Magic Dick,’ but I don’t think he’s ready to settle down, either.”
Though I was pretty inexperienced, the other women weren’t exactly innocent lambs, but there still wasn’t a closed mouth anywhere at the table.
At that moment, I decided that Larry would be my tool to broaden my sexual horizons. I wasn’t overly concerned about poaching on Alice’s territory; Larry didn’t seem like the “one-woman man” type, and the way he kept bird dogging around the office it certainly seemed that he considered himself available.
My problem was John. I loved John with all my heart and didn’t want to lose him, and certainly didn’t want to cheat on him.
I stewed about it for several days. John noticed that I was out of sorts and asked me what was wrong.
“Nothing,” I said, the famous female answer that every man knows means SOMETHING.
He just gave me an odd look and let the matter drop.
I was at my wit’s end when I decided I needed to hear the voice of experience, and asked Alice to stick around when the others left.
I explained my problem, that John had been my first, and that I had the urge, the need, to see what another man was like. I was careful to not let on that I intended Larry to be my target.
“That’s easy,” she said, “John loves you, right?”
“Of course,” I said, “and I love him, too.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just tell him.”
“Tell him?” I cried, “How can I tell him I want to fuck another man?”
“Just tell him,” she repeated. “Tell him that you need this, and that if he really loves you he’ll let you have it.”
“What if he says no?”
She just laughed.
“Tell him you’re going to do it anyway, that he doesn’t own you, that you’re going to do it whether he likes it or not! Then go take a shower and put on your sexiest underwear; if he’s watching, so much the better. Then put on your sexiest LBD and you highest CFM heels, grab your purse and go right out the door, breezing right past him.
“By the way, do you shave?”
“Of course I shave, doesn’t everyone?”
“I don’t mean your underarms and legs, I mean your bush, your pussy?”
“N ... No,” I said, blushing.
“You may want to do that. Whether he sees it before you go out or after you come home, he’ll know that you didn’t do it for him.”
The conversation was really going places I had never thought of. I had a passing thought that I was talking to a twice divorced woman, but I pushed it down out of my consciousness.
“Well, I’ve got to be going,” she said, “My latest boy-toy is waiting, and I don’t want him looking for a new playmate! Let me know how you make out, pun intended.”
With that she was gone in a cloud of cheap perfume, leaving me a bit dazed and confused.
I was still unsure of what I was going to do, but one thing I DID do was make more of an effort to be loving toward John. Whatever happened he didn’t deserve the way I had been treating him, and if I’m going to be totally honest, I wanted some “good will” in the bank.
I finally made my decision; I was going to do this. Once again, in hindsight I can see that I was out of my mind, but at the time I was blinded by some form of temporary insanity into believing that I deserved this.
I started out by being more responsive to Larry’s flirtations, and being more aggressive in my own flirtations.
This led to some coffee and lunch breaks together, along with some close dancing at the GNO’s.
Just as I was going to raise the subject of raising our “relationship” to the next level, Larry beat me to it.
“Okay, Jane,” he said, “we’ve been tip-toeing around the issue for a couple of weeks now. You know I want you, and you’ve made it pretty obvious that you’re hot for me, too. I think it’s time to put up or shut up. If you really want this, let’s do it, if not, you’ve got to let me know. There are other fish in the sea.”
“I know, Larry, I know. You have to understand that this may be old hat to you, but I’ve never done anything like this before. I need time to talk to John first.”
“John, your husband?” he yelped, nearly jumping out of his seat. “Why in the world would you want to talk to him about this?”
“Because I love him, and could never cheat on him.”
“Just what do you think he’ll say when you tell him that you want to fuck me?”
“First of all, I’d never put it that crudely, I’d say that I want to have sex with you. Second, I’ll try to reassure him that my love for him hasn’t lessened, that this is just something I need, that if he really loves me he’ll let me have it. Besides, I’ve never had sex with anyone else. I want to know what it’s like to be with someone else.”
“Didn’t you tell me that he’s also never been with anyone else?”
“Yes, but I don’t see what difference that makes.”
“What if he decides that it’s such a good idea that he wants to try another woman as well?”
I was a bit taken aback by Larry’s question, but I soon recovered.
“Oh, he would never say that, he loves me too much to ever want to be with another woman.”
Looking back, I can see that Larry wanted to point out the contradiction in my thinking, but he didn’t want to blow his chance with me and dropped the subject.
“Okay,” he said, “You do whatever you have to do, I’ll be at Mario’s at 8:00. If I don’t hear from you by 9:00 I’ll figure it’s off.”
“Don’t you worry,” I said, “I’ll be there!”
I stood up, gave him a kiss on the cheek and left him with a bemused look on his face.
Having made my decision, I thought my nervousness would vanish, but now that I had to broach the subject with John I was more nervous than ever.
Thursday evening we had John’s favorite meal, lobster and steamed clams, messy but delicious.
After we ate we were both a bit messy, and I suggested that we take a shower to clean up.
“Don’t you mean showers?” John asked.
“No, I meant A shower,” I said with a wink. “You know what they say, ‘Save water, shower with a friend!’”
We raced upstairs, shedding clothes as we went, and hopped into the shower. We lovingly soaped each other up, then rinsed off. Before we got out, I went down on my knees and gave John one of my rare blow jobs. As always, I pulled off before he came. We rinsed off again, dried each other off and raced to our bed.
John tried to go down on me, but I stopped him.
“No, Baby,” I said, “Tonight’s all for you,” as I pushed him back on the bed and climbed aboard his hard cock. It slid easily into my very wet pussy, and I rode him hard and put him away wet.
As we lay in the afterglow, I gathered my nerve.
“John ... Honey ... You know I love you, right?”
“Of course, Dear, just as I love you.”
“Well, John, as you know, you are my first and only lover...”
“Once again, Jane, as you are mine.”
‘Uh-oh,’ I thought, ‘this is sounding a little too much like what Larry said.’
Well, it’s too late to back down now!
“John, I want to take a lover. Well, not a lover, exactly, but I feel the need to have sex with another man. Just to see what it’s like. Do you understand?”
John sat silently for a few moments.
He looked up at me with bright eyes and a big smile.
“I think that’s an excellent idea!” he said, shocking me.
“Y ... You do?” I asked.
“Well, not exactly. I certainly don’t like the idea of you having sex with another man; but, now that you mention it, I have never had sex with another woman, either. I’ll admit to having fantasies about other women, but of course would never act on them, as we’re very happily married and I would never jeopardize that. Since you’ve opened the door for us to experiment, I figure, why not?
“Heather at work has been flirting with me a little bit more since her break up...”
“Y ... You mean Heather Williams, with the big tits and short skirts? That slut?”
“Now, now,” John said, “Be fair. Heather has always been professional without a hint of inappropriate behavior. While she had her steady guy she never went beyond the innocent flirting that goes on in any office. I often saw her swiftly shut down any attempt by the various pussy hounds to get anywhere near her.
“Since her break up I’ve been letting her use me as a sounding board to vent her grief. Just for the record, she didn’t cause the break up, it was her boyfriend’s cheating. In any case, she has noticed that I’ve been a little down, and has been returning the favor.
“I told her that I’m concerned about how we seem to be drifting apart, how you seem to be staying out a little later on your Girls’ Nights Out, how I thought that you might be cheating on me, or at least thinking about it.”
He paused to let that sink in as I lowered my eyes, unable to meet his.
“She assured me that couldn’t be the case,” he continued, “That she has seen us together many times, and our mutual love was obvious even to a blind man.
“I don’t know how willing she would be to do a one-night stand ... It IS a one-night thing we’re talking about, right?”
I could only nod.
“I don’t know how long it might take me to talk her into this, even if she might be willing. When is your romantic interlude going to take place?”
“To ... Tomorrow night,” I said, barely above a whisper.
“That’s nowhere near the time I’ll need to talk Heather into going along. I might even need to find someone else. Do you think you could put your young; he IS a younger man, I assume, off for a week or so?”
“I ... I suppose so,” I said, feeling more and more unsure of myself the longer this bizarre conversation continued.
“Well, that’s that,” John said, “Why don’t you call your little friend and let him know that things are off for the time being, and I’ll sound out Heather tomorrow to see if she might be interested. Sound good?”
Once again, I could only nod, and John rolled over and turned out the light with his back to me.
Stifling a few sobs, I turned out my light and turned over to spoon against John, falling into a fitful sleep.
The next day I spoke to Larry.
“Larry,” I said, “we’re going to have to postpone our night out.”
“Why? What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Well, that’s the strange thing. There really isn’t anything wrong.”
“If there isn’t anything wrong, why can’t we get together?”
“Relax, Larry, and I’ll tell you. I was telling John about our plans...”
“WHAT? You told him? You didn’t tell him about me, did you?”
“No, I didn’t tell him about you. Would you please chill and grow up? I told you that I was going to tell him, that I couldn’t cheat on him.”
“If you told him, and there’s no problem, then what’s the fucking problem?”
Larry was obviously getting frustrated.
“The problem is that he thinks that it’s a great idea!” I said, “So great that he wants to try another woman.”
“I don’t want to say, ‘I told you so,’ but I told you so,” Larry said, “I still don’t see the problem, he wants to get a little strange, let him, it IS only fair after all.”
“You haven’t seen the slut he wants to do it with,” I cried, “She’s younger than you, with long blond hair, big tits and killer legs...”
I saw Larry’s mind eyeing the gutter.
“Don’t you even THINK it,” I practically growled at him.
“N ... No, no,” he replied nervously, “I was just wondering what a hot piece like that would see in your husband.”
“You really are a horse’s ass,” I said, “I’m beginning to wonder why I even started this fiasco. There’s nothing wrong with John, this has nothing to do with John, this is all about me and my damn curiosity.”
“Which brings us back to where we started, if he’s game, why the delay?”
“Because John wants to make sure that she’s game, or to try to find someone else if she isn’t. Look, I’ll text you tonight, I should know something by then.”
“I don’t know,” Larry said, “This is getting fucking strange; but what the hell, I’ve gone this far, I can give it a little bit longer.”
I just stood up and went back to work, once more questioning why I ever started this misadventure.
I was putting the finishing touches on dinner when John came in the front door with a big grin on his face. As he put down his briefcase, I couldn’t believe it; he was actually rubbing his hands together!
“I spoke to Heather today, and though she thought it was weird, she’s on board.”
“Th ... That’s nice,” I said.
“What’s the matter, Jane?” he asked, “You’re not having second thoughts, are you? We can forget the whole thing if you want.”
I probably should have jumped at the chance, but instead let things be.
“If it’s all right with you,” John said, “I’d like to take Heather out on a couple of ‘dates’ first; it just doesn’t seem right to have sex on our first time out together.”
“Yes, yes, I understand, that makes sense.”
“Let’s do this,” John said, “Why don’t I take Heather out Monday and Wednesday? You and your young man can do the same if you like. Then we can make Friday the big night. It IS just one night isn’t it, or will it be for the whole weekend?”
“I ... I think just Friday should be fine,” I said softly.
“We obviously don’t want to bump into each other; why don’t Heather and I stick to the north side of town, and you guys take the south side.”
I just nodded my agreement.
“Now that that’s settled, let’s eat; dinner smells absolutely delicious.”
I went through the motions of putting dinner on the table. John ate with gusto; I can’t remember doing anything more than pushing my food around my plate, but when I looked at my plate as John cleared the table, the food was gone.
After everything was cleaned up, we sat on the couch together watching some meaningless TV.
“You know,” John said, turning towards me waggling his eyebrows, “all this talk about sex has got me really turned on. Why don’t we go upstairs and raise the bar for our competition?”
Frankly, I was dreading competing against Heather. She was much younger than me, with a tighter body, and I was sure she was wilder in bed than I was, but I had to give it my best shot, so I followed John upstairs.
As we entered the bedroom, John dimmed the lights just enough to be romantic, but still enabling us to see what we were doing.
John gently lifted my chin up and kissed me softly on my lips, but soon we were kissing each other with a new-found passion, and I began to think, ‘Wow, if just the IDEA of us having sex with someone else got us this hot, how wild will it be when we actually do it?’
John carefully removed my clothes, laying each article of clothing gently on my dressing table chair. As each part of my body was revealed, he gently stroked it, planting light kisses on it.
Each time I reached to remove his clothes he gently rebuffed me until I was standing completely naked in front of him.
When I reached for him, he stopped me again.
“Just as the other night was for me,” he said, “Tonight is for you.”
He took my hand, led me to our bed and sat me down on the edge. He got down on his knees, pushed my legs apart and kissed up my right thigh. Just as my anticipation of his mouth on my pussy was reaching a peak, he pulled away and started kissing up my left thigh. I moaned in passion and frustration, and the next time he neared my pussy I reached for his head and pulled him home.
I swear I heard him chuckle as he made sweet love to me with his mouth; I could hold back no longer and had a crashing orgasm.
I had rarely let John go down on me, and now I was seriously wondering why.
While I came down, John swung my legs up onto the bed and moved me up so that my head was on the pillow.
John quickly got undressed, and this time he rode me, giving me another couple of orgasms before coming himself. He just smiled at me, gave me a kiss on the lips and rolled off me.
“Good night, my Love,” he said as he drifted off to sleep.
I was too spent to reply.
I lay next to John, watching him sleep. I was unable to sleep despite a marathon session of sex, my mind abuzz with swirling, confusing thoughts.
I couldn’t remember the last time John and I had sex, no, made love, with such energy and passion. Was it fear of what the coming week would bring, excitement and anticipation at what we were about to do, or some combination of those and some other, unknown factors?
I finally fell asleep, with dreams of mad passionate love with faceless lovers interspersed with nightmares of being left all alone.
I awoke to the smells of breakfast cooking and went down to the kitchen to find a cheerful John, fairly bubbling with excitement as he put out plates of bacon, eggs and toast, along with fresh-brewed coffee.
“You know, maybe there IS something to this experimentation thing,” he said with a big smile, “I can’t remember when we had a night like last night. It was hotter than blazes!”
While I certainly agreed with his assessment of our bedroom escapades, a nagging thought began to take root in my brain. John was remarkably easy to talk into this. In fact, he really didn’t need to be talked into it at all. Could he have already been having an affair with Heather? No, I rejected that idea out of hand. John was as honest as the day was long. He was probably more honest than I was, and I couldn’t go behind his back.
Another, more likely scenario, was that he was playing a game with me, that he had no intention of sleeping with Heather, that he was trying to scare me out of my madness. Maybe his love making was his way of showing me what I had to lose.
Should I, could I, call this whole thing off?
I was going to scream; this indecision was getting me nowhere.
In the end, I decided to just let things go, see where Fate took us.
Monday, John went to work dressed maybe a little less casual than normal, but nothing indicating that he considered the day to be anything special. He and Heather would be going to dinner right after work, so he wouldn’t be coming home to change.
I suppose I could have met up with Larry, but I didn’t think that I would be very good company. I had no appetite, and I certainly had no desire to fend of Larry’s attempts at seduction.
John was home around eight with a big smile.
“Have a good time?” I asked.
“Yes, very,” he said, “we had a wonderful dinner at ‘Alphonse’s,’ and it was quite different seeing Heather outside the normal work environment.”
“What did you talk about?”
“Oh, you know, this and that. She was still amazed that you would want to do this. Not to toot my own horn, but she said, ‘If I had a guy like you I wouldn’t let a bitch like me get within a mile of you!’”
I tried to laugh, but I’m afraid it came out a bit strangled.
“You did tell her that I trust you, that this is a one-time thing, and that you were also giving me the same privilege?”
“Of course, of course.”
Fortunately, John didn’t initiate sex, I was just too wound up. We just cuddled together with me spooned into John, wrapped in his (hopefully) loving arms.
Wednesday, I decided that I wasn’t going to just sit around on pins and needles while John was out with Heather, and decided to take my chances with Larry. I called him up and got him to invite me out to dinner. I was pleasantly surprised when he was a complete gentleman. I don’t know if I had misjudged him or if he just didn’t want to blow things for Friday night. Probably the latter.