I suppose you could say that I was naïve and maybe even that I should have seen it coming, but I didn't. It just happened. I thought that I was strengthening my marriage when actually what I was doing was weakening the fabric that would eventually let it disintegrate.
It started innocently enough. I came home from work one night to find Kirsten waiting just inside the door that connected our attached garage to the house. She was dressed in what she referred to as her 'come fuck me' suit. It consisted of a pair of thigh high nylons and a pair of high heels.
"Here or in the bedroom" I said as I dropped my briefcase on the floor.
"Here. I've waited long enough," she said as she climbed up on the kitchen table. "Hurry baby, I need it, I need it bad."
I unzipped, took out my cock and moved up to her as she spread her legs wide and planted both feet on the table. She pushed herself up to meet my thrust and cried out, "Oh yes" as I plunged into her. It wasn't the first time that the kitchen table had been used that way and the same thing happened that always happened — the table moved every time I pushed into her and eventually the table ended up against the wall. It was great; Kirsten and I always had great sex. When I'd cum Kirsten told me to hurry up and get my clothes off and she'd meet me in the bedroom.
"I promise you that I'll be able to get you up again."
As I peeled my clothes off I knew what the occasion was. Kirsten always got like that when she spent the afternoon with her sister Beverly. I was of mixed minds over her afternoons with her sister Bev. On the one hand I loved the way she was when she came home; she would not leave me alone until I was flat ass exhausted. On the other, Bev filled her head with so much off the wall bullshit that it drove me absolutely crazy.
I didn't really like Bev. She was beautiful and sexy, but she was a slut. She had worked her way through four husbands in six years and every divorce came about for the same reason — Bev's infidelity. She was a cock crazy slut and I was always uncomfortable when I knew Kirsten was going to spend time with her. Bev never tried (at least that I know of) to get Kirsten to go out and play with her, but Bev told Kirsten about everything she did and she made it sound so great that I was afraid that some day Kirsten might want to see for herself. And that was a big worry for me because by her very nature Kirsten was a very sexual person.
Some of Bev's talks with Kirsten were responsible for our great sex life. We were both virgins when we married and for the first six months of our marriage it was strictly missionary position; five or six times a week, two or three a night, but always missionary. Then Kirsten came home from Bev's one day and said:
"Why don't we try this. Bev says its great" and doggie style was added to the mix. Next came oral and then anal followed by sexy lingerie and 'come fuck me' pumps. I had a lot to thank Bev for, but the flip side of the coin for me was that if she could talk Kirsten into trying all of those things, what else could she talk her into trying?
The next day at breakfast Kirsten asked me:
"Honey, are we a normal couple?"
"I don't understand the question."
"You know, are we like other people?"
"In what way?"
"Oh I don't know. I sometimes wonder if our sex life is the norm or are we different in some way."
Aha, I thought, Bev's been at it again. "How could we know? I'm not going to go around asking people about their sex lives to try and establish a baseline."
"Don't you ever talk to the guys at work about sex?"
"Yeah, but we don't go into specifics. Mostly we just all agree that we like it and want as much as we can get. Why? What great idea has Bev planted in your mind this time?"
"She was telling me how much role playing can boost excitement in a marriage."
"Honey, Bev's experience with marriage is not necessarily something you can use as a yard stick."
"I know, but some of the things she told me about excited me just to hear about them, let alone thinking about doing them."
"Like going out some night and letting me go into a bar alone and then you come in ten minutes later and pretend to pick me up. Things like that."
"Sounds harmless enough. I suppose we could try it if you would like to."
"Can we honey? Can we do it this weekend?"
When I got home from work Friday Kirsten was putting on the finishing touches of her outfit. She had on a black mini dress, nylons and a pair of black high heeled pumps. She finished her makeup while I took a shower and then we headed for a lounge on the other side of town where we didn't expect to run into anyone we knew. In the parking lot she leaned over and kissed me and gave my cock a squeeze.
"Give me five minutes baby. Don't wait too much longer than that or someone might beat you to me."
I watched her walk toward the front door and I wondered what I was letting myself in for. I gave Kirsten five minutes and then went inside. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the light I saw Kirsten sitting at a table next to the dance floor and there was a guy standing there talking to her. It wouldn't fit the plan if I walked over and interrupted so I grabbed a seat at the bar and watched. By the time my drink had arrived Kirsten had gotten up from the table and had moved out onto the dance floor with the guy.
Kirsten never looked my way as she danced to two songs with the guy. At the end of the second song the man walked Kirsten back to her table and they talked for a minute or two and I saw Kirsten shake her head "no" and the man left her and walked back to a table where he sat down with two other guys. I picked up my drink and swiveled on my stool to go and make my move, but before I could get off my stool another guy was there. It was three guys and forty-five minutes later before I could get to my wife.
"What took you so long? I was afraid I might have to leave with one of them."
"Had to wait for an opening sweetie. I couldn't just come over and butt in, not and make it look right. Do I just sit down or do we dance first?"
"We dance first, have one more drink and then you have to get me out of here and fuck me. I'm hot honey, and the parking lot is not out of the question. I've had cocks poked into my leg and hands on my tits and ass since we got here."
And that's just the way it was. Once in the parking lot Kirsten had her head in my lap and she stopping blowing me just long enough to tell me to quickly find a dark place to park.
"I need it honey, I need it bad and I can't wait long enough to get home."
We fucked twice on the back seat on a dark side street and then she sucked on my cock the rest of the way home. Once in the house she spent the next three hours destroying me.
For the next month we repeated the experience every Friday night in a different bar and always with the same results. Each weekend was different only in the amount of time that Kirsten wanted me to wait outside before coming in. By the fourth week she was having me wait an hour.
"That way you don't even have to buy me a drink. By then I'll have been poked, prodded, groped and felt up enough that I'll want to fuck on the dance floor."
That night when I went in I didn't see her. I looked for almost five minutes and I was just on the edge of panic when I saw her coming from the hallway to the rest rooms. She didn't head for a table, but walked right by me and out the front door. I turned and followed her and as soon as I was outside I saw her running for the car. When I got there she was already on the back seat and pulling her panties off.
"Get in here. Hurry damn it, get in here now."
Two strokes of my cock was all it took to give her an orgasm and then she screamed — actually screamed — "Fuck me damn you, fuck me hard, make me cum, make me cum."
She had one more orgasm before I got my rocks off and then she cried out, "Get me home baby, get me home before I grab some guy off the street."
Her head was in my lap all the way home and when we got there she ran into the house shedding clothes and crying out, "Hurry baby, hurry."
I'd already cum twice that night, once when I'd first gotten home that night and then again in the bar parking lot, so it took me a while before I was able to climax again. I think that was okay as far as Kirsten was concerned; I think she was hoping that I would go all night. Lord knows I tried just as he knew I couldn't.
After I came and fell breathless next to her I asked her what the hell had happened that we had to rush out of the bar and she told me. She had danced with several guys, one of them three times, and then she had gotten up to use the bathroom. When she came out the guy she had danced with three times had been waiting for her. He had picked her up and pushed her against the wall and had shoved his tongue down her throat. Before she knew what was happening he had managed to get her skirt up to her waist, and hand down into her panties and two fingers into her pussy. She had no idea what might have happened had not two women come down the hall and threatened to tell the manager if, "You two don't take your filthy spectacle outside." The man had set her down, grabbed her hand and had headed for the back door, but she had broken away from him and had gotten the hell out of the bar.
"I guess that puts and end to that," I said.
"Why? I just have to make sure that I stay out in the open and don't go to the bathroom until you come in."
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