All my life I have heard that there are two sides to every story. In my case I learned recently that it is so true. Let me explain.
One evening recently, while my husband was out of town on one of his frequent business trips, I found myself idle and pretty bored. One of those evenings when all my close friends off somewhere and I was at loose ends. To remedy that, I was browsing around the PC my husband and I share, when I started to wonder what he had been writing lately. We both write a lot about our personal experiences and feelings and I sometimes cheat and look at what my dear husband has written (our personal files are supposed to be private).
I started reading his file and was startled at what I saw. It started:
Well journal, I am really in the dumps this time. I think my wife is going beyond our agreement of what is acceptable in our marriage. I have noticed things lately that force me to wonder. I love Lori dearly and have been completely happy for all the years of our marriage. Even her lesbian love affairs are fine with me. It turns me on and makes her happy, and filled all of her needs beyond what I could provide, or so I thought. Now I'm not so sure.
I read and reread that paragraph. I recalled the time two years before when I had confessed to Greg during love making that I had a strong yearning for a female friend of ours. Greg knew when we married that I had been bisexual for some time. I had previously shared with my husband how my college room mate had introduced me to lesbian love and how much I had enjoyed it. I had become a truly dedicated bisexual for the rest of my college days. Being bisexual on our campus was the in thing to be and I had enjoyed lots of dates, openly, with both genders. I had explored my sexuality fully and loved every moment of it. It was a time of open sex and I had enjoyed most of my dates fully during those days.
Greg's journal entry making reference to my lesbian love affairs didn't surprise me. After he told me he approved of them, I shared with him the details of my sex play with other women. He seemed to enjoy my experiences a great deal. It even seemed to perk up our own love life significantly. Greg was comfortable with me making love with other women. No it was the other comment that surprised me. Now I feared what had happened that made him wonder about me. I read on.
I think, no I am pretty sure, Lori is sleeping with another man or men now too. I am so mixed up over my reaction. At first I was hurt. I cried when I first became convinced she was being unfaithful to me. I never felt she was unfaithful with the other females somehow. I even got a weird kick out of that. But the idea of my wife being fucked by another guy hurt like hell. At least at first.
I sucked in my breath as I read that part. Tears flooded my eyes and I jumped up from the computer and ran from the room. I had been caught. Busted. Greg knew I had been unfaithful and it had hurt him deeply. I ran to my bed sobbing. All I could think about was how hurt my sweet husband had been when he wrote that entry in his journal. Guilt and remorse flooded my head and heart. How could I have done that to him. I rationalized that I hadn't meant for it to happen. It had just happened.
It had started when I learned my cute young neighbor Jeanie was bisexual like me. They, Jeanie and Paul, had moved in next door about six months before. He was a big hunk of a guy and I thought he was pretty cute but his wife really was the one that appealed to me. After all I had permission to play with his wife. When I had told Greg of my desire for Jeanie he encouraged me to approach her. Within a month we were in her bed enjoying the taste of each other's sweet cunts. It happened regularly after that first encounter. Some weeks I had sex more with Jeanie than I did with Greg. Each time I would tell Greg how I loved Jeanie's large firm tits, how I kissed and sucked on them as I played with them in my hands. I shared with him how tangy her pussy tasted as I brought her to climax over and over with my tongue on her pussy and my fingers in her cunt and her ass... Greg would get as hot as I was and then we would have great sex. He fucked Jeanie vicariously with each story of mine I'm sure.
It had gone on like that for a couple of months. The four of us were still comfortable with each other when we got together as couples. I didn't think Jeanie had told Paul of our affair and then it happened. One night when Greg was again out of town and Paul was working late, I was on top of my sexy young neighbor, in a wild 69. I should mention that when I get turned on I go a bit wild. I sort of drift off into a world of sex and totally revel in it. I was tonguing Jeanie and fingering her roughly. She was doing the same to me and then I felt her fingers pull out of my cunt and ass. I was close to cumming and I remember moaning for her not to quit. I was so close. Then I felt something hard and round part the lips of my cunt and knew a large cock was entering me.
I froze and then I heard Jeanie's voice coming from below my crotch. "Lori sweetheart. Paul is dying to fuck you good. I told him about us and he said he had to have you if I did. Please darling, please let Paul fuck you, I can't stand to be without you."
Paul was indeed already fucking me. His large hard cock had eased into me to the hilt before Jeanie had started talking. As she spoke he slowly stroked in and out of me and I shivered with the pleasure he was giving me. As I mentioned I was in a sexual haze where now only pleasure counted and I heard my voice moan, "Oh fuck me... yes fuck me Paul... Ohhh shit... it feels so good... fuck me... Jeanie suck my clit... I'm going to cum..."
Later when I had come off my high and the three of us lay nude I was shocked. I looked at Jeanie and said, "How could you?" and I got up and sort of dressed an ran out of the house crying. Fortunately Greg was out of town and I didn't have to explain my tears or my appearance to anyone. I fell on our bed and cried for hours it seemed. Sometime later I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder and a soft kiss on my cheek. I recognized Jeanie's smell. Her smell always turned me on and now was no exception. I rolled over and she took me in her arms and our lips met tenderly. When she pulled back she said, "I am so sorry darling Please forgive us. I just wanted the three of us to be happy and enjoy it all together. Please don't hate me. I thought you would enjoy Paul as much as I do."
I wiped my tears and sat up. Jeanie kissed me again and hugged me. I needed that. I kissed her back open mouthed with our tongues finding familiar paths in each other's mouths. Then I broke the kiss as my excitement rose again. I looked at her and sighed as I said, "Oh sweetheart, I did enjoy it. Paul's cock felt great in me. It's just I had never fucked anyone but Greg since we got married until tonight. He doesn't mind me playing around with women, but this will kill him."
Jeanie had started unbuttoning the dress I wore. In my rush to leave her bedroom I had just slid it over my head with nothing on beneath it. Now she was opening it all the way down the front, button after button. I knew where she was headed and I wanted it as much as she did. Soon her lips covered my hard nipples, one then the other and I gasped. She looked up at me briefly and said, "Sweetheart I don't want to loose you or this."
And I felt her fingers enter my very wet cunt. I was still full of Paul's cum mixed with my own juices and Jeanie's saliva. I just spread my legs to give her room. Her thumb found my clit and I went back into the sexual haze again. I moaned, "I don't want to loose you either baby. I adore making love with you."
She untied her robe and we were both nude in each other's arms. Kissing and caressing each other as in the recent past. She slid down my body, kissing me all the way until her face found my wet pussy, her tongue my clit and labia, her fingers my cunt and my ass. I came and screamed. She didn't slow down and shortly I was close to cumming again when she raised her head and looked up at me from between my wide spread legs and said, "Paul said you were an incredible fuck. He wanted me to tell you that."
I remembered how good his cock had felt plunging into me and I sighed and said, "He was pretty spectacular too I have to admit."
Jeanie's fingers were teasing my clit. She was stroking it so lightly. I wanted, no I needed more. She kissed my clit lightly and then looked up at me again and said, "Lori sweet, I'm afraid if Paul can't join us I will have to stop seeing you like this." She was slowly working her fingers in my ass and my cunt and I was so close I grunted, "No... don't say that." She pulled her fingers out of my ass and my cunt and I felt so empty. I was pumping my hips up seeking her but finding only air. I heard a whine from my lips. Then she said, "Dear Lori, Paul is dying to fuck you again. Won't you please let him." and she moved forward straddling my face as she lowered her cunt to my mouth. I tongued her eagerly but my womanhood felt so alone. Then Jeanie said, "Baby Paul is waiting in the hall, call to him and tell him to fuck you again. Remember how good it felt. How it filled you so."
That was all I could think of and I heard my voice moan and then say, "Oh yes Paul come here. Please fuck me again." All I could think of was my need at that moment.
Almost instantly I felt him crawl on the bed between my legs, then his cock entered me again and I went a little crazy as I began to cum as hard as I had ever enjoyed. I refused to think about it. At that moment I just wanted more sex. The three of us were at it all night. I watched them fuck and 69. I joined them. I know Paul fucked me at least four times that night, not to mention the times I sucked his cock back to attention so he could fuck me again, I totally lost it and all I wanted to do was have more sex, anyway I could."
They were gone the next morning when I woke up. I staggered to the shower alternating between hating myself and remembering how good our little orgy had been. I thought back to some of the threesomes and "moresomes" I had enjoyed in college. I thrilled as I remembered Paul fucking me while I ate Jeanie and vice versa. I dried off and stared at myself in the mirror and said out loud, "What am I going to do? I love Greg but I also loved what Paul and Jeanie and I did."
So how did Greg find out? I had been so careful. Or at least I thought I had. After that first night I surrendered to my desires and swore I would make it up to Greg in other ways. I knew I had to read more of Greg's journal to find out the answer.
It was a number of things that convinced me Lori was having an affair with another guy. It used to be that when I got back from a business trip of a few days, Lori was all over me as soon as I walked in the door. Suddenly that quit. Oh she still seemed to miss me and the sex was still great but that hungry edge was gone. I tried to convince myself it was just the way it was but I think I knew better.
Then there were the nights when I worked late and Lori asked if it would be OK to spend those evenings with Jeanie. I was always ready for her to do that. Normally after a love session with one of her female friends, Lori was eager for my cock. That seemed to fade. One night after I had worked late, I made love to my darling wife and found her sex wide open as if it had just been fucked by a large cock. I knew with Lori that only lasted for under an hour after we had intercourse. Oral sex wouldn't cause that, which is all she and Jeanie did so she said. I knew something was going on. The question is what am I going to do about it. I don't think I can stand this. I love Lori with all my heart but this is too much. Is divorce the answer?
I again got up and staggered to my bed crying. Divorce? I felt like I couldn't live without Greg. At that moment I didn't think I would want to live if he divorced me. The sexual side of me has done me in. Why couldn't I have been satisfied with Jeanie? Why did I let Paul fuck me that first time? Then why did I let him fuck me every time Jeanie and I got together after that night. It had been delicious with the two of them but not worth my marriage with Greg. What was I going to do? What was Greg going to do? I wasn't sure I could stand to read further. I wasn't sure I wanted to know what he had decided.
The phone rang. What if it were Greg? What was I going to say? But he had let this go on for months. Why? I picked up the phone fearfully. I knew my relationship, my marriage with Greg was going to change and I was damned scared.