A Hard Lesson Learned

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Caution: This Suspense Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual, Heterosexual, Wife Watching, Swinging, Slow, Prostitution, .

Desc: Suspense Story: A hard lesson is taught by a complete stranger,to a very willing young wife. She in turn teach's her husband.

Thank you HartmutHirt, For all of the help you have given me in editing this story making it a pleasure to read.

My name is Walter Brown, I'm fifty-one years old, five nine, one hundred sixty pounds with slightly balding dark hair. I've been divorced now for almost eight years. I've been a consulting engineer for a major oil company for over twenty years. My wife, or I guess I should say ex-wife and I were married for almost twelve years, she being a couple years younger than I. I'm not really sure but maybe that's what started our decline. She loved to flirt whenever we were out in a crowd no matter if it was a neighborhood party or a company party or out bar hopping. She loved attention.

She was a good looking woman and still is, I see her once in awhile when I'm able to get back home. I kept the house after the divorce. She's still damn nice to look at and we've started talking again after five years. She's around five foot six, hundred twenty five pounds, with dark brown hair and eyes, a nice set of c-cups and the cutest little round protruding ass you ever laid eyes on, and she knows it, and loves to flaunt it wherever it will get her some attention.

When I started consulting for the major oil company I'm with now it meant longer stays away from home. At first it was a week or two. As the travel distance became longer I stayed longer, sometimes as long as a month. Stacy didn't seem to mind my being away for so long at a time. Whenever we talked about it she assured me she was all right with it, she realized it was how I made our living.

When I got back home our sex life resumed from where we had been when I left. I would like to tell you we had sex five or six times a week four or five times a night but let's be real about this. We did have sex three or four times a week, most of the time it started with a blow job and finished by fucking until we were both exhausted. Weekends were special. If we had went somewhere and Stacy had gotten all worked up, it usually meant a longer weekend in bed together, which was fine with me.

I never had a problem with Stacy's flirting because she never did anything to cause me to wonder what was going on. Never disappearing for any length of time or spending a lot of time with any one person, most of her flirting was done, when there were both men and women in a group. I think it made some of the other women in the group nervous when she did it, but I think that was part of why she did it. She told me she liked watching how tight a wife would clutch at her husband's arm when she was around doing her thing. Stacy always loved telling me about her flirting when we were in bed up to doing our thing. I think she always knew it made me a little jealous and I always fucked her hard and rough while she was telling me.

That pretty much tells the story of what had been going on up until about the last year and a half before everything turned to a deep brown life. It started by Stacy asking me if it bothered me to watch her teasing other men at these parties and bars I assured her it didn't, as long as that's all that was going on. No free feels or kissing, just talking. She agreed to this for a while. As it went along I started noting at dances she would let the guys hold her a little tighter or drop a hand a little lower, but when I mentioned it to her she would laugh it off as trying to get me a little jealous for when we got home. I of course went along with it, I was thinking ahead to when we got home and how great the sex would be.

After each time we'd been out and came home and our sexual appetite was satisfied, we'd lie and talk about what all had happened that night. It always came back to Stacy saying the more she flirted and the more she let the guys get away with when they danced, the better it made our sex life. One night after we had been out, I thought Stacy had taken it a little to far with a couple of the guys and she seemed to be even more worked up than usual. I said, "Stacy, I thought you let things go too far tonight. I started to get a little uncomfortable, you always say it helps get you warmed up for when we get home. Aren't you happy with the way our sex life is without having all the guys you dance with rub your ass and you rubbing yourself against their hard cocks? Hell I could see them bulging out from where I was sitting."

"Yes I guess I am," she said. "But it doesn't hurt to try to make it better, if not different, I'm just trying to make it better for us is all." That's how it started. I finally gave in and gave her the okay do whatever it took to get her motor running wide open, as long as she didn't cause a scene. Once she got me to give her the go ahead, things started progressing downward pretty fast.

One night we were out when she said, "Honey I'd like to start bringing guys to our booth and having a drink with them. I might even let them put a hand on my thigh under the table. I think that would make me so hot, I'm not sure we could make it home before I had to have your cock in me."

"Stacy, I think we've gone far enough with this teasing game, I agreed to let you dirty dance with them but I didn't agree to let you bring them to our booth so they could feel you up, so do your dance thing but that's all."

"I don't see what the big deal is, you'll be sitting right here watching."

Damn it Stacy, were married and I'm not going to sit here while you let some guy feel you up, so let's not go there okay?"

That was followed by her pouting the rest of the night and us going home early, which didn't bother me a bit. I was tired and didn't feel like arguing about it, and I damn sure wasn't going to let some guy play with my wife under the table. I didn't give a damn if it pissed her off or not. If she insisted on letting guys feel her up, it wasn't going to be while she was my wife.

I got undressed and went to bed as soon as we got home. Stacy was still in the bathroom getting ready for bed when she said, "I don't know what the big deal is about bringing guys over to meet you and having a drink. So what if they touch my thigh under the table, nobody but you and I will know about it."

Stacy we're not taking this teasing any farther. Before long you'll be asking if it's alright to kiss them, then it will be can I go outside with him, he wants to talk to me. No Stacy. I say it stops at this level."

"Damn it Walt. Hasn't it kept our sex life humming along? In fact hasn't it gotten better since you let me have more freedom to do what you know I like to do?" I had to admit for being married over ten years and no seven year itch that I know of for either of us, we were still pretty damn active in bed.

"Okay Stacy I'll admit, our sex life is pretty damn good, but it's gotten to the point where it's starting to bother me, and we both agreed if and when it ever got to that point that was as far as it would go."

"Oh for god's sake Walt, why don't you come right out and say you're starting to not trust me anymore, if you won't even let me play around a little with you sitting right there, knowing all the time, all I'm trying to do is get you worked up for when we get home, well that's just too damned bad, I just may do it anyway, whether you like it or not. She crawled under the covers and turned her back to me, no good night kiss, not even a good night. She was thoroughly pissed at me.

It wasn't long after that I caught her in bed with a guy she had danced with a few times when we had been out. I wasn't supposed to come home for another two weeks but there was trouble and they shut drilling down for at least two weeks.

I grabbed a flight and headed home without calling to let Stacy know I was coming home. Turns out she had taken it a couple of steps farther quite a while ago and her wanting to bring them to our table was her way of showing me this guy had taken her a step farther or was going to.

What she was doing was introducing me to the guys she had been sleeping with and rubbing it in my face by having me meet them. She thought I was too dumb to ever figure out what she was doing.

After I caught her in bed with the guy, I told her what I figured was going on and she admitted I was right. The stupid bitch thought by admitting to everything it would keep us together. She was wrong, I couldn't wait to get rid of her.

After the divorce I decided to go it alone at least for awhile. I used escort services if I couldn't hook up with one of the women in the office whenever I did get time off. I was gone so much of the time now that I wasn't really in town long enough to meet anyone else, besides I kind of liked being alone, at least I didn't have to wonder who or if my wife was banging somebody while I was gone.

That brings us back to my being in Dallas, I was sitting in the hotel lounge, sipping on my drink when this guy around thirty or so, sat down next to me. There had been three empty stools when I walked in and I took the center one. I have no idea why I do that, but I always have, it's like I want to keep everything in balance. He ordered a drink and soon struck up a conversation asking me, "are you from Dallas."

I chuckled, "Well yes I am. I'm a long way from Dallas when I'm home."

He laughed and said, he liked that then bought us each another drink. He went on to tell me he and his wife lived there in Dallas and in fact he was waiting for her to meet him there.

I said, "why do you come here to an airport hotel lounge, Isn't there a better place in Dallas to spend a Saturday night than here?'

Smiling he said, "Well, it's a good place to eat and after the music starts, it's a good place to dance and have fun,"

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