My wife and I have always had a problem when it comes to sex. Not a problem with our sex life, just a problem with attitudes. Hillary had a typical middle class upbringing where she attended church off and on and where she was encouraged to save herself for marriage. Her mother did her level best to convince Hillary that the only reason for having sexual relations with a man was to have babies. In short, if you aren't going to have kids, don't fuck!

Fortunately, Hill fell in with the wrong crowd when she went to college. The ironic part is that was her mother that put her in touch with them. Hillary was a legacy at her mother's sorority. Hill didn't want to join, but her mother insisted on it. Apparently mom wasn't aware that things had changed since her day and the girls that belonged to the sorority when Hill attended were among the biggest sluts on the campus. They were never able to turn Hill into a slut, but they did go a long way toward moderating Hill's mother's influence. At heart though, Hill was still a product of the very moral middle class.

I on the other hand came from a series of broken homes. My mother ran away from my father when I was five and I guess he was glad to see us go because we never heard from him again. After that there were five stepfathers and a series of 'uncles' until I was old enough to leave home and join the Army. Because of my mother's promiscuity and my exposure to it, I grew up believing that you could have sex without love and you could have love without sex. It was great if you could get both at the same time, but if you couldn't - take what you could get.

I took advantage of the Army's educational program and I had a tidy sum coming to me when I was discharged. I came home and enrolled in college and in my junior year I met Hillary. It was lust at first sight on my part. When I first met her all I was interested in was some backseat time, but of course she wasn't the least bit interested in that. Over time I got to know her and damned if I didn't fall in love with her. We started going steady, became engaged and even though I was hard up against the "Saving myself for marriage" thing I still tried all the way up to the day of the wedding to get her to spread her legs for me, but to no avail.

I was totally unprepared for my wedding night. I expected that I would have to go slow and be gentle. I thought I would have to put up with a bout of crying after the first time and that I would have to wheedle and beg to get a second time. I thought I might even have to beg to get the first time. In short, because of Hillary's mother and Hillary's upbringing I had no idea of what to expect.

Hillary was a slut!

The "I do's" said and Hill suddenly could not leave my cock alone. She was rubbing it through my trousers in the car on the way from the church to the reception. When we were eating at the reception Hillary had a fork in one hand and her other hand on my cock under the table. In the elevator on the way up to our room Hill unzipped me and had her hand inside my boxers before we reached our floor. Once in the room Hill went straight to the bed, leaned forward and placed her hands on the bed and said, "Lift my dress and do it - I've waited long enough."

We never left the room for the next twelve hours as Hill wanted to do it all and as often as possible. Oral, anal, water sports, she wanted to try everything and we did. It didn't take us long to eliminate water sports from the menu, but Hill loved everything else. It was the beginning of a fantastic love life that six years later is still going strong.

So where's the problem? It started two years ago when Hill got a new boss. She had gotten along fine with the old one, but the new boss thought he was God's gift to women and he hadn't been there two days before he started hitting on Hillary. It went on for about a month before Hill told me about it.

"It doesn't matter what I do or say he just won't accept the fact that I'm married. He just keeps trying to get me to go out with him and you know what he means by "going out." I'm afraid that he is going to give me a bad performance review because I won't have anything to do with him."

"Is he good looking?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"So go out with him."

"What? What did you say?"

"I said go ahead and go out with him."

"You can't be serious."

"Why not?"

"You know what he wants and you're telling me to give it to him?"

"No, I'm not telling you any such thing. What I'm saying is that whatever you do it is okay with me."

"And just what does that mean?"

"It means that as far as I am concerned sex is purely a physical hunger. You can have sex with someone and love doesn't have to enter into it. If you think you need to fuck this guy or give him a blow job to keep your job or to get a raise go ahead and do it. As long as you love me and come home to me whatever you do is okay with me."

"So I should fuck him to keep my job."

"Damn it Hill, that's not what I'm saying. Quit your job and go get another one if that is what you want. If you want to keep the one you have, do what you think you have to do to keep it. I don't care, not as long as we stay together."

"Honestly Glenn!" and she stomped out of the room.

She went to work the next day and the next week and the next month and ignored his advances. She would come home pissed off and irritable and we ended up having several silly little spats over things. Finally I told her to either fuck him or quit because I couldn't take any more of the way things were going. She went to work the next day and told him to leave her alone or she would quit and then file sexual harassment charges against him and the company. Then she told him that he should keep that in mind when he filled out her performance review. He backed off and three months later he was gone after another girl did file charges against him.

The next time the subject came up it was a little closer to home. My cousin Tom has a cabin on a lake up in Northern Michigan and in March he invited us to join him and his wife at the cabin for two weeks in June. We flew to Michigan, rented a car and drove up to the lake. Tom was there alone to meet us.

"Joyce ran off with a younger man three months ago so I'm afraid that it will just be the three of us."

For the first couple of days things were fine, but on the third day, while Hill and I were sitting on the dock fishing for Blue Gills, she said to me, "Tom keeps looking at me funny."

"What do you mean by funny?"

"It's almost like he's undressing me with his eyes every time he looks at me."

"Have you looked in the mirror lately?"

"What?"

"You are a very foxy lady. Men are always undressing you with their eyes when they look at you."

"This is different."

"No it isn't. Joyce left him three months ago and he probably hasn't been laid since she left. He is horny, you are sexy, so he is looking and very possibly lusting, but so what? He isn't going to do anything with me here."

"I don't know if I can go the next ten days like this. It's making me very nervous."

"So take the edge off things. Grab him by the hand and drag him into the bedroom and fuck his brains out."