Chapter 4: Monogamy or Not To

“Kind of nice having a night on our own ... don’t you think?”

I smiled wanly and agreed.

“Dinner was really good.” He said, pushing a little remaining food around with his fork.

“Thank you, I think the Bourginon was passable, even though I am a little out of practice with my French cooking.” I said, warming a bit.

‘Let’s try not to fight tonight, eh?”

“All right.”

“You look very nice I must say.”

“Well, there was a Ladies Society meeting today, and I didn’t change when I got home.”

“You didn’t’ have to tell me that. Are you putting me in my place?”

“Sorry. I used to dress for you when you came back from a trip, do you remember? Turns out you were looking at someone else then.”

Ken looked at me with a look of fear, fear that I was going to launch into one of my rages.

“After all this time, I am no better.” I said. I think it is monogamy that is the problem. And now that I have strayed from it. I can almost understand why you went looking. Especially for someone younger. And yet, I think it was not the younger part, she could have been any age, couldn’t she?”

“Probably. It was never a factor. Just a big mistake.” He hoped I would let it go.

“Yes, I suppose you just wanted to shove it into some other female ... that was all.” Tears welled up and I choked them back. I am sorry, I didn’t mean to be mean and ugly. In fact I wanted to be a little serious about where we are. Now that I have sampled non-monogamy, as I was saying, I do see why it is appealing. Why you felt a need to go there.”

We were quiet a moment.

“You see ... it can’t be put back in the bottle once it’s out. I will never be able to say “I love you ... not in the way I said it to you so often before you went. It just is not the same now. Not since you fucked her. I am truly sorry about that. Sorry to lose the joy of saying that and meaning it as something very special. And so, what do we have? We have two nice children whom we both love and wish to keep together as much as possible. I’m sure we agree about that.”

“Yes, absolutely. That is the key to everything.”

“And so we have to come to some agreement about sex.” I have rediscovered a joy in sex. Even sometimes with my husband. But I also have found that being non-monogamous has some pleasures I never expected to enjoy.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I can’t deny it. Having a young lover who is so excited to look at me and to spread my legs and suck on my nipples ... has some real appeal. And my black lover was truly surprisingly gentle and pleased me greatly.”

“It was a shock when I came home and found the young one still here in our house the other day.”

“Yes, that was almost unforgivable ... I apologize ... didn’t mean for that to happen. It was an accident ... he wanted to fuck me one more time, the little devil. And he got around me by slipping his hand down the back of my slacks ... under my panties and caressed my bottom ... so ... so ... lovingly.” I shook my head at the wonder of me saying it out loud. ‘I unbuttoned my slacks and let him roam with his hand and he was soon pushing my panties out of the way and had my slit so wet I could hardly believe it.”

“Spare me the details.”

“Well, it’s true. And then his hands scooped my breasts out of my brassiere and then it was off and his hands were so eager I had to laugh watching him as he gobbled them up! I mean ... just gobbled my titties up like a baby boy!”

“I tried to talk him out of it ... told him you were coming ... he just couldn’t wait though, couldn’t wait to spread my legs and pull my panties out of the way and shove that big young dick into his Aunt Ellen. I finally just laid back on the couch, spread my legs and pulled him into me! And he could go a good long time too, since he had already cum earlier. Twice actually.”

“We watched between us, down between my tits at the sight of his dick finding me and the sliding in and out. But then we were both so excited he just pounded that big dick deep into me ... god but it was good.”

“You are too much a lady for those words.”

“Anyway I won’t let that happen again, I promise. But, what about living in non-monogamy ... both of us this time, of course? I’ll let you fuck me now if you say yes.” I know that was a bit harsh.

Six months or so after that conversation, we were invited to a basketball game and dinner by the wealthy builder we fell in with more than a year before. Actually before the awful time when I was caught in my extramarital affair. I remembered that there had been a few of his construction company executives and ball players. They were all enthusiastic fans of the university in their town and they were in town for one of the games with our university. They came in his large bus or RV so the number could be whatever he wanted.

He enjoyed Ellen. Well, they enjoyed each other and spent a lot of time talking and flirting. It had been a sexy night with lots of drinking.

I left the two of them sitting at the bar just after I noticed his hand on her thigh. On the outside of the silken dress, but on her thigh. Her black nylons glinted in the bar lights a few inches below his hand and they were leaning close to be heard over the loud hubbub of the bar. By the time I had a cigarette and made a phone call outside, I expected that her legs would part and his hand would be invisible under her dress ... up her thigh ... perhaps touching panties.

I left to spare myself this concern.

Outside the cool night air was refreshing and I stepped off to be out of the bright lights of the entry. There was a small group of smokers across the drive from me.

I called to ask the sitter if she could stay over in case we were late. She had no objection and said she would sleep on the couch.

The cigarette was refreshing too, and I lingered until the other smoker group had broken up. I caught a glimpse of their conversation as they passed by.

“Yessir,, I think the boss has found him a woman ... man ... she is going to be fucked within an inch of her life tonight...”

I returned to the circular bar to find that Ellen and the boss had taken to the dance floor and the band was back on the stand playing something romantic. The couple was clearly the most accomplished dancers on the floor and others stopped dancing to watch them.

The evening took the same path as our last meeting with these rowdies and moved to the penthouse suite he rented for the occasion.

I was crowded into the back of the elevator and Ellen and he were along the side in unanimated conversation. I noticed them holding hands a few moments later.

The two of them were laughingly serving drinks behind a bar well stocked with anything you might want. By the time I returned for my third drink, however, they had been replaced by two more of the party who were pouring lavish-sized drinks to all the drunks and entertaining the friendly group. I took the drink and cast my eyes around the room for my wife.

The same guy I had heard say someone “was going to be fucked to within an inch of her life,” nodded toward a hallway. I had the impression that one of his friends had told him that it was my wife who he spoke of.

I opened the door onto a hallway which led first to a bathroom. “We better get back!” I heard a girl whisper as she was followed out by a sheepish but satisfied young man. He snapped the light off in the bathroom.

I continued down the hall and came upon one bedroom which was empty. Another was across the hall. The door had been intended to be closed and probably locked, but someone had not quite got it closed enough for the lock to snap into place. I listened but heard nothing. I turned off the last remaining hall light, slipped off my shoes and wriggled my toes in the deep soft carpet, before gently pushing the heavy door open to a crack. Then a bit further.

The bed was king-sized and the subdued lights were inset in the ceiling and so didn’t light the rest of the room. The impression was of a spotlighted stage, though that wasn’t the intent, I am sure. Soft, very soft music drifted from yet another room beyond. And two lovers lay next to each other slightly entwined. He was a sleek muscular mahogany colored man. She was my beautiful wife, her tanned but still white skin contrasted with the man and with black stockings held by a black garter belt, black panties, tiny, bikini style, slightly see-thru emphasizing her lovely mound, and a black lace brassiere decorating lovely soft breasts size 34C. Dangling gold earrings and a glistening gold chain around her neck, the cross between her breasts looked somewhat out of place it seemed to me.

The couple were deeply involved in their kiss, He leaning over her and his thighs against the side of her long legs. They were moving against each other’s lips in a way that seemed very loving and very consuming. Both tongues were surely engaged as they moved their heads for just that little bit of movement that makes a soul kiss all that it is, or all that it can be.

His hand cupped a breast through her brassiere and he was squeezing gently. I watched as her hand joined his cupping the breast and then together they pushed the brassiere up until it wasn’t cupping the breast any longer, but pushed up over her chest. The nipple was inviting and he immediately leaned forward and captured it in his lips. The girl pressed her kiss against his forehead as he suckled her. I could hear her moan a little quiet “mmmmmnh.” His forearm was now against the girl’s mound nuzzling against the nylon panty stretched so taut there, showing her pussy mound so lovely and so prominent. The girl thrust against his arm and moved her mound a little to further deepen the caress.