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A Husband's Decision

By: Michael142



Part One: A most Awful Friday Night.

How in God's name could she do this to me ... again!

Here I sit ... like some kind of fool! It is late, and I am sitting in an empty house, with just the night light from the kitchen to provide what light there is. I am listening to some soft jazz, but my mind is not on it. My thoughts are across town in a high-test hotel room. I am feeling a mix of emotions; they are all at war within me. I feel angry, frustrated, jittery, and restless; I can't relax ... I can't sit still. It seems like my mind is trying to process a thousand thoughts at once. To add to my confusion there was also an element of arousal that I cannot fully account for. It was just lingering around in the background with everything else I am feeling. Mostly I am angry ... damn angry! My wife of fifteen years is in a hotel room with another man, a stranger.

Well, he is a stranger to me. It's something she needs, she says. She asked me to go home but not to wait up for her. Doesn't she know that would be impossible for me? I can't just sit here, and do what ... wait for her while she is having sex with another man? No fucking way! I decided that I was not going to be here when she returns! So, I climb the stairs, put a change of clothes quickly in a small bag, grabbed my coat with my wallet in it, a bottle of wine off the counter and headed for the door.

There is a fair-to-middling motel a few miles from here; I can stay there until I can figure out what to do. In the car, I am just sitting and thinking. She said that if I did not want her to go with this man, she would not go. I am guessing that she thought that I would just go along with it ... a gross misjudgment on her part, I would say. Because I called the bi ... ah, my wife's bluff and said NO, don't go! I told her not to do it, but she went anyway. I am just guessing that she didn't want the hassle of sneaking around behind my back by getting my willing agreement.

So, what was my next step supposed to be at that moment ... just grab her by the arm, and force her little ass into the car and take her home? That would have been the manly thing to do, albeit a little on the Cro-Magnon side. That would have accomplished nothing! She would just go behind my back at her first opportunity. This is not the first time for my dear wife. She had an affair about five years ago, that nearly tore apart our marriage. That time, she was fucking a client for some weeks before I found out. This was the only affair I knew about, and her actions tonight left me wondering if there had been more, I didn't know about.

"Damn her! ... Damn her to HELL!" I thought as I jammed my foot on the brake and stabbed at the start button. I didn't mean to take my frustrations our on my little Jeep, it was just too handy a stand-in for her. I proceeded to the motel, and checked in. Pulled the bottle of dark red wine out of the small bag with my change of clothes in it, and started to do some serious damage to it. Since tomorrow—or actually today—was Saturday, I didn't have any place to be so getting drunk seemed a viable option.

I am Tom. My wife Janet and I have been married for fifteen years. We have no children and live in an upscale neighborhood. I am a corporate finance manager, and Janet is a successful real estate broker. At thirty-six, Janet is petite and shapely, with dark brown hair and gorgeous emerald-green eyes. She is a stunner ... no doubt! To think of that petite shapely little ass being plundered at this very moment by god-knows-who, is driving be crazy.

Our marriage has not been the greatest; we have had problems as everyone has and I guess ... maybe a few more than most. Since her affair, our love life has become somewhat ... staid. You could say that it has become a marriage of convenience ... a convenience to our professional lives. I know that professionals do not like to admit it, but it is more acceptable in business society to be married ... it shows stability and dependability to prospective clients and to upper management.

I have always noticed the way men watched Janet as she walked down the street. And why not? They are attracted I suppose, by her incredibly beautiful dark-green eyes and the natural wiggle in her shapely little ass as she walks. Janet has become a somewhat restless spirit over the years of our marriage. Since we married young, I am guessing she has to have wondered what it would be like to be with another man. Well, she found out, at least once that I knew about. After her affair, we had a tough time but we worked through it. I nearly divorced her ass when I found out. In the end, I made sure she knew that there are second chances in life ... but there are no third chances! So, here we are again.

As I said, we got married early; Janet was only nineteen when we started dating and barely twenty-one when we were married, and I was not much older. Sometimes I think that she feels cheated out of the normal experience of dating other men before marriage. She was lively and sweet in college, and before the wedding, but something changed inside her after a miscarriage early on. She became distant, not as youthful and fun loving. She threw herself into her work, and completed her real estate broker's license. We have stayed together mostly because of our comfortable life styles, busy jobs, and perhaps ... well, maybe just out of habit.

We do not have children because Janet cannot have them ... we tried. Adopting was just an idea that we put off during our busy social and professional lives ... just never got around to it. Honestly, I think that her inability to have children herself just turned her off to the idea of raising some other woman's baby. To spice things up we have tried role-playing, and have even done the "meeting-at-the-bar" game some couples use to get the juices flowing. Early on, playing that particular game, I made the mistake of voicing a fantasy about her maybe being with another man. It was just that ... a fantasy, but she remembered that I said it.

At the time, she reacted with a puzzled look saying, "Would you really like to see me um, with someone else, Thomas?

I reaction was immediate, "NO! God no ... of course not honey!" Once you start down the road of trying to explain a verbal slip, you end up just making it worse. I would never want to lose this diminutive beauty, especially not that way.

You might ask what the initial attraction was. Well, I was a college athlete (Baseball, mostly, and a little track), and Janet and her best friend Brenda were cheerleaders. I dated Brenda before Janet, but I fell for Janet's incredible emerald eyes and pretty, petite figure. Quite shallow no doubt, but what can you expect from a college kid ... more raging hormones than brains. Cute and petite; what's not to like. Were we in love? Yah, I guess, at the start and for some years. People's lives get busy with work and other activities. Then there was that horrible night that she lost a child we were both excited about having. Later, the doctor informed her that she was would not be able to have children. Something just clicked off inside her, very palpably.

Once a jock, always a jock. I have always stayed active, with bicycling, downhill skiing, racquetball with friends, and some pickup baseball with former classmates. Janet joined with me in some of these activities ... not racquetball or baseball, but some skiing, and bicycling. She liked tennis, and I joined her in that activity, but she was much better at it than I was. I consider myself more fit than most other thirty-eight year-olds, at about five-eleven, and one hundred seventy-two pounds. I am not classically handsome, but female friends have often told me that I am "cute," whatever in the hell that means.

One this particular Friday night, I wanted to take my wife out for dinner and drinks, to celebrate an escrow closing for one of her clients. We went to a nice restaurant, and had a great meal. She likes champagne but I think it's garbage, so I had a nice red wine with my NY strip steak. The only other thing that stood out in my memory of that diner was that a tall handsome man who looked to be about twenty-eight to thirty smiled at Janet as he walked by. I didn't think anything of it, since she received a lot of that kind of attention.

After a minute or two Janet excused herself to go the the lady's room, her meal made her fingers sticky and she wanted to wash up. We were going to stop at one of our favorite watering holes after dinner, but when I pulled up front to park, Janet said, "Tom, let me go in by myself and give me about fifteen or twenty minutes. I saw a nice little flower shop a few blocks back. Can you buy me a pretty rose before your come in? Thanks honey."

I knitted my brow a little at that request, but I reluctantly said okay, and came around to open her door. She gave me a smile and a kiss and entered the bar by herself. I was thinking that this was another iteration of our bar game. In our version of the bar game, Janet and I would arrive at a particular bar separately. She would always attract men at the bar, and some bought her drinks before I arrived. After I arrived, I would sit next to her; buy her a drink or two. I would chat her up, and try to discourage other suitors. We would end up leaving together, go home and fuck like minks. The glow might last for a few days afterward but after that, it became very hard just to get a kiss out of her.

I sat in the car, pushed the start button, smooth Jazz poured out of the speakers, and I sat there for a minute or two. I turned the car around from where I parked, and headed back to find the florist. I have no problem buying flowers for Janet, and have done it many, many times over our years together. I entered the shop and told the little blond gum-snapping clerk behind the counter that I wanted a very special red rose for a very special lady. She grumbled something about wishing some cute guy would do that for her, but came back with a very nice specimen. I smiled, paid her and said, "Thanks, hon." Back in the car, I really didn't know what to do. It was a little too early to go to the bar to join Janet, so I drove around for another ten minutes, until my curiosity got the best of me, and I drove back to the bar.

It has been some time since we played the silly bar game, so I was a little curious and a little frightened ... nervous. What was my dear wife up to? I walked into the bar and saw Janet sitting at the bar with a drink. She also had an empty drink glass in front of her, and there were a couple of empty glasses in front of the seat next to her. I gave her a full twenty minutes, and was actually more like a half an hour since I let her out and pulled away. I walked over, sat next to her, and motioned to the bartender for a beer on tap. Janet smiled and said, "Oh, hi Tom honey." She seemed a little nervous to me. Had she been talking to a stranger who was now gone? Did she meet someone here? I didn't know. After she cleared her throat and took another sip, she started the conversation.

"Um, Tom darling, you remember that we have talked often about a fantasy you have about me, um, with another man?"

"Um, yup, I guess, maybe," was all I said.

"Okay then, tell me your entire feelings about it now." Her dark eyes sparkled as she spoke.

"Well, I dunno, I think a lot of men have some sort of fantasy about their wives or girlfriends with another man. I think it is fairly common. But, fantasies are just that ... fantasies, something you use get yourself going, and not necessarily something you would want to happen in real life." I looked at her for a moment and continued, "I guess that with a certain set of circumstances, and precautions, it could be arousing. Is there any particular reason for your asking this after insisting that I give you some time alone?" Then I handed her the rose, "Oh, and by the way, this was the loveliest rose in the shop ... I looked at them all!"

"Thank you Tom, it is lovely," she said as she put the flower to her nose closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. The sight of her breasts rising as she breathed in the aroma of my proffered rose was not lost on me as my body reacted to it. The bartender brought my beer and another drink for Janet, we both clinked glasses and took a drink.

It was my turn to clear my throat, as I tempted fate by asking, "So, Janet, what's up?" My eyes searched her face for some kind of clue, or a hint of what was to come. Then she put her drink down, put her hand over mine and said,

"You know dear, I have a fantasy too, and I was um, thinking that I would like to fulfill it ah, tonight ... if it is okay with you. Your fantasy is what got me thinking a little. Not seriously at first, but it grew into something I think that I want. Darling, I would like to um, be with another ah, man ... tonight." When she was through, she bit her lower lip nervously waiting for my response.

A lightning bolt striking me at that moment would have been gentler than what I felt when those five words hit me, "...be with with another man." Her statement just hung in the air, as my heart skipped a beat. All of the pain of her affair came flooding back. Here we were again; I was silently cursing my decision to marry such a beautiful and desirable woman. The only thing I could think of to say was, "You want to do this tonight? Is this someone you met here, or is it someone you had prearrangement with?"

"Prearrangement." This was all she said. She continued to look at me intently. Before I could think of what to say next, she continued, "Tom darling, you know that I love you, and we have a very lovely life together, but this is something I have thought about for a while, and I decided that I would act on it if the opportunity ever came up. Tonight at the restaurant, a very nice looking young man smiled at me as he was heading to the men's room. I waited for a minute, and as you know, I went to the ladies' to freshen up. I took a business card from my purse, scribbled the name of this bar on it, and asked the man to meet me after he saw us leave ... I handed it to him, and ran into the ladies' room. I washed my hands, and on a whim um, took my panties off. They are here in my purse."

She paused to try to gauge my reaction, darting her beautiful emerald eyes around my face before she continued. "He was here with me in the bar and I told him I only have twenty minutes, but that I would like to meet him later... somewhere. He is in town on business until tomorrow and I have his room number." She spit it all out quickly and waited again for some reaction from me.

After a few seconds I responded, "I really don't know what to say, Janet. Didn't we just about tear our marriage apart over your affair some time back? I am guessing that this is like a one-sided deal, you get to fuck another man, but I guess that I will not be fucking another woman will I?" I was trying to use a reasoned approach and not explode, since she is the woman I love. I was heartsick and didn't really know how to respond.

"No, Tom. This is for me, and I would be very hurt if you took any kind of retaliation with another woman. I wish you would not use that vulgar word for it. I want to do this—it is something I need, and I want you to go home. I might be late so there is no need to wait up. Tom I know I am asking a lot, but if you love me as much as you say you do, you will allow me this one thing. I am thinking that it might help um, us." Again, she waited for me to react to her declaration. I took mental note of the fact that this declaration used the word "I" quite a lot.

"I would feel funny about "delivering" you to another man so he can fu... ah, um, have you."

"I will call a cab, his hotel is not far, but I am not going to tell you which one it is, and I wish you would just go home, and not follow me. Tom honey, can you do just this one thing for me?"

Then she added, "Darling, if you really don't want me to do this, I won't. You are my husband, and I love you. But I am just asking for this one thing."

My reaction was immediate, "Then NO! I don't want you to do it! Can't we just have another drink and go home? Let me make love to my own wife!" I insisted, "I do not want you to do this, Janet! I can't really stop you, but I am asking you not to."

"Tom, I know that we had some problems before, but you have to remember that I have kept your house and cooked your meals for fifteen years, and have been faithful, um, the past five years. What I am saying Tom, is that I have to do this, and you have to let me. I have all of these feelings Tom, and I need to explore them. I am asking you to respect my privacy on this."

Without saying a further word, I reluctantly rose from the stool, and leaving Janet there, I headed back to the car. I suppose I could have grabbed her, and bodily thrown her cute little ass into the car, but that would have been pointless. She would just do it another time without telling me first. And, as I have said, my guess as to why she told me in this way was to legitimize her ability to do it again without resorting to sneaking around. For some reason, likely to make up for lost time, she wants to see other men and wants me to be complicit in it.

I sat there for a full minute before I punched the start button and drove about a block further down, pulled into a parking spot between two cars and waited. In another minute, Janet was waiting outside the bar for her cab. After two or three minutes, the cab came and she got in. Should I follow the cab or just go home? The cab turned around, and I slowly pulled out turned around and followed at a safe distance. I felt like some kind of creep... a stalker. I just had to know where she was going.

When the cab stopped in front of a rather posh hotel, I pulled over still about a block behind. She met a tall man in front of the hotel, put her arms around his neck, and rose up on tiptoes to kiss him. One foot lifted a little as she reached up. This man was indeed the guy I saw smiling at her in the restaurant. As they entered the hotel, there was nothing more for me to do, other than just to go home.

This brings us up to the present with me left trying to figure this thing out in my crappy little motel room. Why did she feel that she could just do this? She used all of the right buzzwords, "I love you," "darling," "if you love me you will," dot, dot, dot. Damn, I felt low! I was sorry I ever had a sexual fantasy, and sorrier that I shared it with Janet. It also occurred to me with my mind now racing, that my fantasy had nothing to do with it, this was her fantasy ... she even said as much.

She has seen other men looking at her and smiling or making kind remarks as they passed, and she has to have wondered what it would be like to "be with" one of them. Since I was alone in this cruddy room, I mentally erased the "be with," in the last sentence and replaced it with "fuck" one of them. Let's call it what it was, she wanted to fuck another guy, and perhaps make it an occasional thing. That's what I didn't know; was this just a one-off deal, or something she wants more regularly. She certainly was not going to clue me in.

"Screw this! I am not going to be there when she gets home!" That's what I decided when I got home. So here I am, making the most of the bottle of wine I brought with me. Still keyed up but so emotionally worn out, I fell asleep quickly. I didn't even set any kind of alarm, and turned off my phone. I vowed to talk to our corporate attorney on Monday morning for a referral to a good lawyer just in case it came to that. Next morning, I had a big breakfast at a local restaurant, with lots of coffee ... hot ... black!

Part Two: A Conversation with Brenda.

At the restaurant, I turned on my phone and sure enough, there were three messages from Janet. 'Where was I, am I coming home, can we just talk about it ... that kind of thing. I decided I would have to go home to talk about it with her. I was perfectly within my rights to just kick the bitch to the curb, call a divorce lawyer, and take her for everything she had. I belayed that feeling since I wanted to know why. When I arrived at the house, she had apparently just showered though it was late in the morning. She was dressed in a short yellow sundress and sandals. Unlike last night, she wore a bra and panties. She was a pretty sight.


A Husband's Decision



She came down the stairs, and I was waiting at the bottom. I didn't get much of an up-skirt view, but enough to see her buttery-smooth and thighs peeking out. As she bounced off the bottom stair, she put her arms around my neck to kiss me. I pulled her hands away and pushed her back to about arm's length. I told her we needed to talk first. We decided to sit on the patio in the shady side of the pool, and I had thrown some iced tea in a large frosty glass pitcher.

I asked her straight out what she remembered from last night. She thought for a second, and I could see those little "realization wheels" turning in her head about last night's events.

She asked, "Well, what exactly do you remember from last night, Tom?" She was bracing herself for what she might hear from me.

"I remember wanting to take my lovely wife out to dinner and drinks to celebrate her closing on a house. I remember dropping her off at our favorite bar, and her wanted some time alone in the bar. Instead of my dick in my hand when I arrived, I was holding this, when I met you later." I held out the rose to her, and she took it and smelled it, then placed it on the table.

"At the bar, you declared that you wanted to accept an invitation from a man to meet him at his hotel. I think your exact words were, "I want to do this—it is something I need." I took you at your word, and asked you not to do it, but this was something you were going to do regardless of my feelings. I think you misjudged me Janet, thinking that somehow I would tell you that this was okay. I could have dragged your butt out to the car and drive you home I suppose. But, I felt that it would always be something we would have between us ... nagging at us; sort of an itch that you needed to scratch. In the end, I really had no choice but to watch you go off to another man, Janet." I now had an edge to my voice, but continued, "I want to understand why you need this!"

I could tell that she was nervous. Her short skirt rose up her thighs as she fidgeted in her chair, "I remember everything up to the cab ride to this man's hotel, and I know I went up there with him, but after three glasses of wine with dinner, four drinks at the bar, and several drinks before we went to his room, I was pretty drunk. You know that I am not really a drinker Tom, and that I sort of blank out after too many." She was pleading her case.

"Bullshit Janet! I know you pretty well baby, you have been shitfaced before and have remembered what happened. Give me an answer that I can understand. I want to understand you honey." I was going on the offensive a little.

She thought for a moment, and said, "Tom, you know what our sex life has been lately, I guess I thought maybe this would be just an extension of the bar game, and some of the other roll-playing games we have invented. I am hoping that if you relax about me a little, our sex life and marriage will pick up ... will be better. This could end up being a healthy thing for us in the long run, Thomas."

"How in god's name is your having sex with someone else going to help our sex life? It seems like it will be helping your sex life ... and his! I hesitated then continued, "I don't really see it improving mine, and I am not going to play any bullshit game, Janet!" After a second or two, "I really wanted to believe that this was just a one-off occurrence, and that I will not have to see my lovely wife waiving for a cab again to go off to another lover. If that's the case, I will be pissed, and it will be very hard to work through this time. We have been down this road before, honey."

She retorted, "Tom, my head is splitting, so I really am not in the mood to go into this now, unless you want a blow-by-blow of what happened!" I was sure that I was not going to get any better discussion than this with her having a hangover and all.

I answered, "No, I do not care to hear details Janet!" I was frustrated that I was not getting anywhere with her. I was considering this to be yet another affair. My reluctance to ask her more questions was because of the hurt, the anger and the humiliation I felt after learning about her last affair. She told me then that it was over and she was not in love with the guy. But, this was different since she was more open about wanting to do it. With nothing more to discuss, I got up and walked into the house. In the glass doors as I walked toward the house, I could see that she slipped out of her dress, bra and panties, and dove into the pool. The last sight I saw was her perfect little buns as they entered the pool. I grabbed my gym bag and headed for the club.

Remember I told her that she was not entitled to another ... a third chance. That is easy to say, but now she is forcing me to back up those words with action. Am I really going to kick her little ass out of the house? Do we try to start again? If she wanted to continue with him or someone else, and ... God forbid ... making me a part her being with other men that would be a problem ... a big problem. I cannot see myself sticking around for that! I'd kick the shit out of the guy, grab him by the neck and throw him out the door... naked! I can handle most guys near my own size or even a little bigger. I will not become a ... a whatever.

I decided to delay the talk with my lawyer friend, wait a day or two and talk to Janet when her head cleared a little. I also had a thought to talk to Janet's friend Brenda. She Janet's friend from childhood, but is a really a mutual friend to both Janet and me. As I said, she is a former girlfriend of mine. She and I get together for lunch routinely since we both work downtown, and it is about time again. Janet would confide in her, and I know that Brenda would clue me in to anything she heard that might be harmful to me. Janet knows that we lunch together on occasion and she has no problem with it. Brenda is sweet and pretty, and is quite well-endowed, but very shapely. I simply need another perspective on this before I considered any legal recourse, so Brenda is going to be my girl on this!

When I came back from the club, Janet was more compliant, and made us a nice dinner. We did talk about our immediate problem, but it became kind of a circular argument ... not really getting anywhere. She was adamant that this was something she wanted periodically for her sanity, and I was just as adamant about not allowing it. We were both became exhausted from this, and Janet changed into a small two-piece bathing suit, and headed back to the pool. I decided to join her. She looked amazing, and she knew it. Her skimpy little suit flattered her petite shape in every way possible. As we swam together, the conversation became more about normal husband and wife stuff, except that I was becoming aroused. Still in the pool, I yanked off my suit, helped her out of hers, pushed her up against the side in the shallow end, and took her from behind. Maybe I was trying to win her back, and try to dissuade her from her dangerous course. Or, perhaps I was just defending my territory.

She said breathlessly after we finished, "Tom honey, let's continue this upstairs."

She asked for another drink. I made one for each of us, and we continued upstairs, both naked, with me following and watching her tiny ass-cheeks scrunch together as she walked. I was very nervous, and I am sure that it showed. I was fidgety... sort of. On the bed with her on her back, she was an incredible sight. As I kissed her nipples, and massaged her breasts, she whispered that she could already feel herself getting wet! I was just enjoying the touch of her baby-soft skin. I slid my right arm under her, with my hand cradling the back of her head. I knelt with one knee between her legs, and the other off to the side. With my arm under her like it was, I lifted her entire upper body off the mattress, and kissed her very passionately, pressing her body against mine. I could feel her breasts sliding against the sweat forming on my chest. Those ample breasts with their puffy nipples felt amazing against my chest.

I could feel the strength in my arms as I held her to me. My other hand was on the side of her face as we kissed. We kissed that way for a long time. I moved so that I was massaging her nipples with my chest. I lowered her to the mattress again, and opened her legs wider. She let me, and even opened them herself for me. She was wide-eyed as she looked up at me, child-like; those green eyes ... liquid ... smiling. My cock was harder than I ever remember it being and wanted nothing more than to be inside her.

She was thinking the same thing, and whispered, "Ohhh, Tom. I want to feel you inside me darling!" The feeling of my cock sliding into her was indescribable. I could feel the aching in my balls, and she was already shivering, "Ohhh honey that feels sooo good!" She was nervous with arousal; she actually shivered under me as I entered her. I held her to me to comfort her. She shuddered again when I was in her about three inches or so. She began to moan as her breathing increased. I slid into her all the way, with her little buns nestled in my right hand ... my little one-hander wife!

Lovely dark-haired, green-eyed Janet was being fucked by her own husband and loving it. I was now stroking into her smoothly with long strokes. The friction from her tiny opening made her come at least twice more. She said breathlessly, "Oh ... T-Tom ... I c-can feel it tingling everywhere in my body, even in my little butt." After some twenty minutes of stroking into her, I stiffened, grabbed her ass in both of my hands, pulled her to me, and released all of my come, inside her ... deep inside her. I must have shuddered a dozen times while inside her, and she was convulsing in another stronger orgasm. I held myself deep inside her for a long time. I pulled out and flopped onto my back.

She gave me a minute, and then rolled over and before she took my cock into her mouth said, "Mmm, my turn I'm going to make you feel sooo good my darling!" My cock was starting to harden again with her touch. She took the glans into my mouth, and used her tongue to tickle the ridge on the underside. It felt wonderful. I was moaning loudly and deeply. Her skillful tongue played with my cock until I was rock-hard. I knew that she could taste her juices on me, because she cooed, "Mmm, I taste so good today, and so do you my darling!" The sound of her voice saying that, gave my cock a twitch that I am sure she felt.

Her wide emerald eyes glistened, and I did not recognize the woman behind them. She seemed animated ... happy that it was I, who was fucking her. I slid my cock back into her, and after a few strokes, she came. When she could catch her breath a little, she said that she wanted me in her from behind ... in her ass. This is something we have not done before, but anything she wanted that was new was fine with me. At least I was hoping that it was new for her.

I still had some of her moisture from her pussy on me so I slipped on a condom. I started very slowly to introduce my cock into her tight but well lubed little pucker. She winced as it went in an inch or two. I could tell it was hurting her a little so I backed out and slowly started again. She was moaning with more pleasure than pain with about three inches in her, so I continued with inserting it further. I was soon inside her cute little ass all the way, and started to slowly and smoothly stroke in and out of her pretty little asshole.

I picked up the pace, and now was fucking her ass with smooth strokes, all the way in, and nearly all the way out. I could feel her coming again and again as I started pounding her ass hard, and her juices spurted out of her pussy and down the inside of her thighs, and the front of mine. I slammed into her several times very hard, as my balls slapped against her pussy. I grunted loudly and came while deep in my sweet little wife's ass. She said, breathlessly, "Oh ... Tom...Thomas ... that ... w-was ... a-ma-mazing!" I swatted her hard on her ass cheek, and said, "Happy to be of service ma'am!" She turned her head and laughed. We fell apart, each trying to slow our hearts, and our breathing to somewhere in the neighborhood of normal, we rose, and made a lot of playtime out of showering together. Then I pushed her up against the wall, and fucked her again as she felt an absolutely, delirious orgasm as I filled her pussy again.

Back in bed, we kissed long and passionately, she then curled up inside my embrace, and fell asleep. I stayed awake for a while longer, just thinking, and listening her her breath against my chest. She moaned softly as she slept. I was thinking that, as amazing as it was for me to have such incredible sex with my wife, I was wondering if she was so aroused because she thought that I might be coming around to agreeing with her plans with this other joker. I was not. I didn't even want to consider the possibility that she was thinking of "him" as I fucked her.

I slowly fucked her again before we rose in the morning to very pleasant little orgasms for both of us. Made her breakfast and she ate like a lumberjack, laughing, giggling, and talking incessantly. She was happy ... and I was happy to have such exciting sex with my little beauty, and to have my wife back, however briefly. Her prefect tiny little body felt so good to my touch. I still worried about her motives and her plans for the future ... for my future. What was in that pretty little head of hers? That was the sixty-four thousand dollar question.

After a couple of days, I arranged to have lunch with Brenda. I got to the restaurant before her, and seated by the time she came in. I rose and she hugged me, pressing her large breasts into me (held her against me as long as I could). She gave me a sweet smile and a kiss on the cheek next to my lips as usual. After we are both settled, and place our drink orders, I begin the conversation.

"So, have you spoken to Janet lately? She settled on a house last Friday, and we went out Friday night to celebrate."

"Yes, she told me about it. She also told me about her new... well... ah, friend she calls him. She also said that she had the most incredible sex with her husband that she had had in a long time." Brenda looked at me with a dirty smile and continued, "What did you do to my sweet little friend, you sex monster!"

I laughed, as did she. She has a pleasant musical laugh. I continued, "Really, what do you mean, her friend?" I played dumb.

"Well, I thought she said she was having lunch with him today; his name is Tom also. It is probably innocent though, she said he was a lawyer, and I know she often works with lawyers in her business for contracts and things."

I just smiled at Brenda, and I purposefully kept it casual by asking about her. That way she wouldn't think I was pumping her for information. I was, but I didn't want her to think that. She looked pretty today in a form-fitting red dress, with a bit of a plunging neckline. I tried not to let my eyes trace down the curve of her firm breasts, and into her the top of her dress as I asked, "So, Brenda what's going on with you these days?"

"Well, business is going steady at the shop, I sold three dresses this morning, and at the exorbitant prices we charge, I made a nice commission. In fact, lunch is on me today if you don't mind, Tom." I smiled and responded, "Sounds good to me. So, how's your sex life these days, Brenda?" She gave me a coy smile and said, "Wouldn't you like to know! Seriously, fine I guess. You know that I don't have much of a problem finding male companionship, but maybe I am too picky. I have a standard in mind that I judge them all against as you know."

Was I the standard she used? Her look and tone of voice told me that I was. I put my hand on top of hers, looked into her eyes and said, "Brenda honey, Janet and may have our problems, but I am married, and if circumstances were reversed, I might judge my dates using you as a standard. You are Janet's best friend and I respect that."

She massaged it top of my hand with her other smooth silky hand, and said, "I know Tom. You are a good man, and a good friend to me ... both you and Janet are." She pulled her hands back, smiled and continued, "Lets order, Tom. I'm hungry." We talked as we ate, but just about normal and mundane things, laughing, and me teasing her about her magnificent bosom. I told her that I would give a month's pay to get my hands inside her shirt.

She laughed her musical laugh, "Mmm, if you are a good boy, I might let you have them for free!" We both laughed.

Brenda is one of the most genuinely sweet people I know. She has a pretty face, and a full shapely figure. I might have selected Janet over her fifteen years ago, but have often wondered over the years what life would have been like if I had married Brenda instead of Janet. Looking down into her full and lovely décolletage, would cause any man to re-think things, particularly, after Janet and I started having our problems.

I could see myself with Brenda if anything ever happened to Janet. She is lovely, kind, and smart; she has an ownership interest in that high-end downtown boutique. Brenda is thirty-six like Janet, and is single, but as she said, attracts a lot of male attention and she dates often. She and I have traded semi-furtive glances at parties for years. There is something there I think, but I never explored it, because of her friendship with Janet. Still, I wondered what it would be like to be inside all of that energy, and voluptuous beauty. We dated, but not long enough to get sexual.

Thinking about our conversation, from Brenda's description Janet's lunch partner of yesterday sounded suspiciously like the Tom she met last Friday, the one who was supposed to fly home on Saturday. I pressed her more to find out exactly what she knew.

"Brenda honey, you know that Janet and I are very fond of you ... I am very fond of you. If anything ever happened to Janet, God forbid, you would be my choice for a new start. You are sweet, smart, and attractive ... kind of a triple threat! If you ever heard anything that might hurt Janet, or hurt me, you would let me know, wouldn't you?"

Brenda, picking up on where I was going, leaned forward over the table on her arms, and her breasts nearly spilled out of the top of her dress. She looked directly at me, and returned the conversation back to Janet and her new lover, "Tom, you know that I am more than a little fond of you. You also know that, although I have no problem attracting the opposite sex, if there were no Janet I would be your girl in a heartbeat. Um, Janet is seeing that man for lunch again today. I get the impression that she has something going on with him. He is much younger, and she tells me how handsome he is. I am worried that she might not know what she is doing. I love Janet; she has been my friend since the fifth grade. But, you have been my friend for a long time also, Thomas. Hell, we even dated for a while."

Then she looked directly into my eyes, and her soft brown eyes sparkled as she said, "You have become very dear to me Tom honey." Then her look turned more serious, "Tom, I think Janet is having another affair. I can talk to her about it if you wish, but Janet has been somewhat ... restless ... the past few years, as you know. I think her miscarriage affected her on a very basic level. She told me that she wants to have a more open marriage. She doesn't want to have to sneak around. Tom, I told her in no uncertain terms that she was making a mistake ... one that could end her marriage. You should be careful, Tom darling."

I have always wanted a woman I could see sharing my life with, and hurrying home each night to make love to... like for the rest of my life. I was beginning to think now, that maybe Brenda was that woman, and not Janet. I considered Brenda to be a special person, and I was hesitant to bring her into my problems with Janet ... it's not fair to her. I genuinely did not want to use her, but I felt that I needed her help right now. I needed to know for sure what Janet had in her mind, so I decided to let Brenda in on my concerns.




A Husband's Decision



"Alright Brenda, here it is. You know that after years of marriage, some couples start to have problems, and the sex gets a little stale. Janet and I have played some games to try to keep things fresh. I know that you know about her affair some years ago. I love Janet, she is beautiful, and I would do anything to keep her... well, just about anything. Last Friday, Janet surprised me with her desire to "be with" a young man that smiled at her in the restaurant we often go to, this time to celebrate her house closing.

It was a big home sale, and she worked very hard showing it and marketing it. We went to our favorite bar afterward, and she wanted me to leave her there alone and come back for her a while later. I was thinking that this was an extension of our usual "bar game," but she had prearranged with this man to get together for the evening... for sex... telling me that it is something she needed to do. So, long story short, she went to this man's hotel room, and sent me home. I didn't do that of course, I stayed at a motel."

Brenda looked down, then raised her eyes and said, "Tom, she told me all about what happened Friday night. That is not something you keep from your best girlfriend. She thinks that this is something she still needs as you said. It's like finding a new kind of high, or like the feeling a teenager girl gets, finding a new boyfriend ... something new and exciting. I am quite worried about this Tom, dear. I promise that I will be here for both you and for Janet. I love you both, and I am the biggest cheerleader for the success of your marriage to her.

I guess what it comes down to, is how much tolerance you have for allowing her continuing to see this guy and becoming complicit in their on-going affair. I know that he called his office Saturday morning and told them he is going to be here at least another week. This is definitely the guy she was with Friday night. Look Tom, I have to walk a fine line here, but if you need a shoulder... or say... a very large bosom to cry on, you have only to ask me. Most weekend nights I end up with dates, but I will cancel if you need me."

"I appreciate that Brenda. I do not want to put you in a position to have to choose between Janet and me, it isn't fair to you. I am not going to submit to Janet and her lover. I would give her up before I would ever let that happen."

Brenda thought for moment then said, "Well, you may not have to do that, but it may entail your giving Janet a little freedom, to see if she can come out of this. I would meet with a lawyer also, if I were you, because this young guy is a lawyer, and I get the impression that he is pretty good. I would also protect my money if I were you ... just as a precaution. I have already advised Janet against doing this to you, but I am not sure how much influence I have with her on this. She is my friend, and to a certain point, and I will keep her confidences." She thought for a few seconds and continued, "If you would like to talk more, and it seems like you do, I can take the afternoon off today and we can meet at my place to talk more."

"Hmm. Let me give my office a call. I can have my assistant hold my calls for the afternoon, saying that I am in conference. That is not out of the ordinary."

I have to be careful what I agree to with Brenda, but talking this out over a cup or two of coffee at her place sounds innocent. We made our arrangements for the afternoon, and I drove to her townhouse. She was there when I arrived, and had changed from her stunning red dress, to a white blouse, blue jeans, and low-heel pumps. She is part owner of a high-end boutique catering to professional women of means, so she is always impeccably dressed. Her townhouse is in a fashionable area near downtown, and is spacious for one person. She had a bottle of wine already opened and breathing before I arrived.

She took my suit coat, and I offered her my tie to hang up along with the coat. She handed me a glass of Chardonnay and with a naughty smile on her face said, "Well darling, as you can see I have a shirt on, so where is your month's pay?" She teased me about my earlier comment, and she giggled with her hand over her mouth.

With a wry smile, I responded, "Careful lady, I might just take you up on your offer to have them for free!" She responded immediately still giggling, "Any time Tom honey ... any time!" She walked in and sat in an overstuffed chair next to the couch, and I sat on the end of the couch near her chair. She started the conversation,

"Okay Tom, here is the whole deal I learned from Janet. She likes this man, and intends to see him when she can. I also got the impression that she knew him before Friday night, although she did not say that. She told me that she didn't think you would allow her to see him out in the open, so she intends to see him a little on the sly. Remember Tom, she is a realtor, does not have to answer to anyone for her time, and she has access to a number of homes for sale that are unoccupied, and a couple of them are furnished. She has a ready-made opportunity to avoid the hotels and motels that would be easy to check for on credit card bills and ... she is where she is supposed to be. I hope she does not take advantage of this, and I advised her not to, but I think she might."

"So you think it looks like she wants to keep seeing this guy without clueing me in?" I interjected.

"I'm afraid so, Tom. She specifically asked me what I thought your capacity was for just going along with anything she might want you to do. Plus, this guy is a lawyer, so the more they talk in between "activities," that side of him is going to come out and give her some advice. I do know his last name, it is Fredericks, Tom Fredericks, and his main office is in Atlanta. I would definitely get a referral from your lawyer friend at the company, and hire a PI."

After a short pause she continued, "I feel like a total creep telling you all this, since it is from a private conversation between Janet and me, but I don't agree with what she is doing, and I told her so. Watch your money, Tom. I will try to keep Janet on the straight and narrow as much as I can."

She had a serious look on her face as she finished. I just nodded, but I noticed that somewhere between the beginning and the end of her story, another button came open on her blouse, exposing a little more of her breasts, which were already straining against the material. I wrote the name down that Brenda gave me in my notebook. She rose to go into the kitchen, and it looked like she was putting together a snack tray... just fruits and berries and stuff, so I moved into the kitchen to see if I could help her. I appreciated the information she gave me, but there really did not seem to be much else to talk about, and we seemed now to just be playing house.

She had been facing away from me, and turned around as I approached, and since we were between the sink and the service island, we were close to touching. She did not hesitate and put her hands up on my shoulders, reached up and kissed me full on the lips. When I showed surprise, she became red-faced and apologized for being so forward. My hands reached out in an involuntary movement, and I briefly put them on her large breasts. I let my hand slip inside her blouse; her breasts were so soft and warm. I was now in deep shit!

I withdrew my hand, and we looked at each other for a moment, both of us a little red-faced. I wanted nothing more right now than to pick her up, carry her into her lavish bedroom and make love to this amazing creature. Instead, we returned to the living room and to the other half of our bottle of Chardonnay. We both tried to regain our composure after this brief but very erotic interlude.

Sitting on the couch, and in a more somber mood, I said to her, "Brenda honey, we can't do this. As much as I would love to go further, it makes the situation more complicated. And it's just plain wrong." after a sigh, I continued, "We can't let this happen again."

"I know Tom, I know. I am in a worse position ethically than you are honey. You are entitled to protest her actions. I am her best friend and closest confidante. How can I meet with her and let her confide in me, and still want to be with you, Tom honey. It is not exactly as if the four of us can just get together and work things out. I would be betraying her trust, and as far as I know, she has never betrayed mine. If she asks for my honest advice, I am going to work against my own self-interest, by telling her to save her marriage to you.

"You are the most amazing woman I know Brenda. But as things stand now, that diminutive little beauty is my wife, and depending on what transpires in the near future, likely will remain my wife!" I had another thought, and added, "But I still have to talk to a lawyer of my own tomorrow and hire a PI regardless of what else develops. I might have to play along in the meantime, are you okay with that?"

"Of course, silly!" As I got up to leave, she continued with some hesitancy, "Tom. Um, I am not sure how to say this, so if I screw it up please forgive me. You and I dated in college for a while, and um, you chose Janet. I respect that decision; Janet is my friend. But I um, think that, I uh, still have feelings for you." She looked down for just a moment with a slight blush, and when she raised her eyes to me she said, "I love you, Tom."

There were tears in her eyes and as she stood, I let her bury her wet face in my chest, as I rubbed her back to comfort her. She raised her face to me and I kissed her lovingly. I broke our kiss, touched my hand to her cheek, and left. I looked back and she just looked at me with teary eyes, raising her hand to the spot I touched on her cheek. She turned her head to the side slightly as her chin trembled a little. I smiled and turned to walk back to my car.

Part Three: Living in a sea of love.

Janet and I had numerous arguments about this affair over the next several days, without coming to any kind of agreement. They mostly ended in shouting matches, with neither of us willing to give in. After that amazing night of lovemaking, sex between us was now nonexistent, and I moved into the guest bedroom. I have involved her best friend, Brenda in gaining information from Janet. I was very uncomfortable doing that, and so was Brenda, but I needed to know. Since Brenda and I have had a longtime affection for each other, we made the mistake of sharing a kiss, and almost a little petting. We discussed our lapse in behavior, and as much as we were trying hard not to ... I think we were falling in love. We still needed to discuss what would happen next, so today I am at Brenda's lavish townhouse again to discuss that very subject. She cautioned me against playing their game.

I said to her, "Brenda, I still need to work out what to do next, about Janet and her lawyer-boy. In the meantime, can you arrange a meeting with her to find out what you can about her plans?"

"You know that you are putting me in a real ethical bind here darling, don't you?" she responded, with a worried expression.

"I know I am asking a lot. Well... perhaps I should not involve you any further in potentially betraying a friendship. I can find out enough of what I need through an investigator to help in my next steps. Janet and I are not coming together as we eventually did five years ago, Brenda. I think we might be ... over."

"No, Tom. I will do it. What are you thinking these steps might be?" Brenda said with some worry in her soft voice.

"Let me make some arrangements, and I will fill you in over lunch here, in a couple of days say, Friday?" I responded with a serious look.

Brenda thought for a moment, likely mentally going through her calendar for the week, "Um, that might work. I will make a lunch date with Janet tomorrow," and with a more direct voice added, "but I will just let her do the talking... I do not want to entrap her in any way. If she does not bring the subject up, I won't either." I quickly said, "Okay, that makes me more comfortable with your involvement. Let me know, Brenda."

We both rose, and shared a simple brother/sister hug, we embraced and I kissed her on the cheek. In my car before starting it, I just sat and thought about the afternoon. I guessed that Brenda was right about Janet knowing this guy before Friday night, and that this was all prearranged before Friday. She was using my fantasy to legitimize one of her own.

Then my thoughts were of the pretty and busty lady I just left. Brenda and I were always a breath away from falling into each other's arms for years ... I did date her first in college, so this is nothing new for us. I thought about the day, our conversation, and Brenda's large firm warm tits, but mostly I thought seriously about what life might be like ... with Brenda. Her sweetness was what originally attracted me to her. But in a moment of weakness, I fell for a cute petite little ass, and a pair of dark emerald-green eyes. These thoughts brought me back to my dilemma about what to about the owner of those emerald eyes, and her lawyer-boy lover.

Janet and I did not get into it tonight, and just ate supper in relative silence. I found another excuse not to make love to Janet, and she took it well as usual. I again used the excuse of not feeling well, and I went back to the guest bedroom. A lame excuse she accepted without question. I lay awake for some time thinking of my next steps. They would be legal and financial. My first stop would be my lawyer friend at work for a referral to an attorney to use for this, and for a PI to use to follow Janet. I mentally went over my schedule for the next couple of days to find some time to call credit card companies and banks. In addition, I needed to find a block of time on Friday to meet with Brenda if she could get together with Janet, otherwise I would meet with her at the beginning of next week. The thought of Brenda was getting me a little aroused, just thinking about her large breasts in my hand. I encouraged my engorgement of the moment by sliding my hand over my dick and jacking it into hardness and sort of, "took care of business."

The next day, I made coffee and a quick breakfast for Janet and me, sort of an egg McWhatever, that she could take with her and her covered tumbler of coffee, to have on her way out the door to work... or to whatever else. I drove to the office and called Jerry, my lawyer friend, to see what he advised me to do. I did not want to wait for lunch, and after Jerry shifted a couple of appointments for me, we met in his office at ten.

Jerry spoke first, saying, "You know what my position is at the firm; I represent them and do not take outside clients per my employment agreement. I wrote out the name of an attorney who might be able to help you. He can also set you up with a good investigator and a forensic accountant if needed. You might also be able to sue this guy for alienation of affections, for alienating her from her legally married spouse ... worth a try, but it's kind of a stretch. If it works, you might be able to get some money from him, but it does not work in most states, particularly in no-fault states. You will need to gather some information, but my referral attorney can explain all of that. I did contact him, so all you have to do is call him when you get back to your office and confirm a meeting for two o'clock this afternoon, if that works for you."

I thanked Jerry, we clasped hands, and I went directly to my office to call his referral. I called the bank, and arranged to withdraw one-half of the the balance in our joint savings account and our joint household checking account. I set up a new savings and transferred my half of our savings into it, telling them that I would be in to sign a signature card in the morning. I transferred my half of our household funds into my existing personal checking account. Since both of these accounts were set up as "either/or," there was no problem transferring the funds. I called the credit card company for our one joint account, informing them that I would no longer be responsible for any charges as of this morning, and asked them to fax me the necessary forms I needed to sign and return to them. I made a call into my broker for advice on our investment accounts.

With the financial portion taken care of, I called Brenda at the store to see if she was meeting with Janet today. "Hello darling," she said softly into the phone, "How are you doing today?

I replied, "I am just fine. How is everything on you end?"

She said, "Okay, I guess you are calling about, um, our mutual friend, and yes we are meeting for lunch today. I will keep it casual with her so everything will be cool. I will just let her do the talking honey, but if she does not talk about her lawyer-friend, I will not even bring up the subject, and we will talk about other things. I have to do it that way, sweetie."

I was very happy with her intelligent and sensitive approach, so I said, "I know, Brenda, and I still feel a little funny about involving you in this. Just feel free to back away from any of this if you are the least bit uncomfortable with it and I will get the information another way. But... I still need to meet with you when I can."

She said, "Umm," checking her calendar again, "let's meet at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon at my place regardless of what else happens. How is it going on your side?"

"Fine, I am meeting with an attorney today, and I have already taken care of all financial matters, I have shielded my half of the joint funds, and taken care of the credit cards and investments. Yes, I can make it tomorrow, and... I can't wait, honey." I replied.

"Mmm, that's my smart man." She said with a little giggle. Out of that entire conversation, the thing that stuck with me most was that she called me "sweetie." I know it's kind of juvenile, but it made me smile.

I resolved to continue to keep my meetings with Brenda on a friendly basis ... affectionate, but non-sexual. Part of me still loves Janet, but I was starting to think that after the fifteen years of our marriage, and a couple of years before, that it might be over. Had she started to move on from me? I have to know from Brenda what is on Janet's mind, and I have to ask Janet myself just what her plans are ... if she will tell me.

My meeting with the attorney went well. He gave me the advice that Jerry started to give me earlier. He agreed that there is a possibility of an alienation of affection lawsuit, but it would be a longshot at best. It would depend on the quality of information I was able to get from Brenda, and from the PI. He said that he would draft some papers, but hold them until needed. I gave him a copy of my will to look over, and he asked me to prepare a list of beneficiaries on any insurance policies. He agreed with my financial arrangements.

He had prepared a list of some things that he thought lawyer-boy Tom might advise Janet to do, and we discussed remedies for all of them. He said he would hire a PI to start watching Janet tomorrow. With all of this settled, I went about my routine in the office and later at home. Janet cooked a nice supper... she is a talented cook. I was too excited about all of my preparations, and with my meeting with Brenda to get much sleep, and I was in the office early the next day doing just what needed doing to free up a few hours in the afternoon.

I left for my meeting with Brenda at her lavish townhouse. When I arrived, she answered the door wearing a simple, but expensive-looking sundress, and appeared to be braless. She kissed me. I brought her a yellow rose; she inhaled its perfume with a sweet "thank you" smile. I could feel her amazing breasts flatten a little against my chest as she hugged me. I put my arms around her at the waist. Her dress was a button up the front style with a scoop neck. With a couple of the top buttons already strategically unbuttoned, showing some cleavage.




A Husband's Decision



She smelled wonderful, and her mouth tasted sweet to me as we kissed briefly. I then held her out at arm's length, trying not to look into the top of her dress, and said, "Brenda honey, we have some things to discuss. If you make us some lunch, I will open a bottle of wine." "Okay, Tom honey," she said with an almost musical voice. She warmed up some vegetable soup she had made herself, and made a couple of sandwiches with Swiss cheese and bell pepper slices on a bed of spinach leaves with Dijon mustard... crust neatly trimmed off.

We sat over the soup and sandwiches, and a light red wine, and just talked about normal kinds of things. We laughed, joked, and looked into each other's eyes a little. And, I did sneak peeks down the top of her dress a couple of times. After the lunch, we took our wine into the living room, and she talked about her conversation with Janet. It seemed that Janet was rather reticent about discussing too much detail... likely on advice of her lawyer-lover. Brenda is clever and did get her to reveal more than she intended. It seems that lawyer-boy Tom is someone her firm works with on legal matters, and they flirted a time or two on his visits to her boss.

He finally asked Janet to lunch a few days before she and I went to dinner on that fateful Friday night. They made a plan to set things up for Friday, using the ruse of my long ago stated fantasy, and her finally agreeing to fulfill it for me. Brenda said Janet laughed when she and the other Tom talked about how "cooperative" she thought I might be. I think Janet overestimated the strength of my so-called fantasy and my fixation with her beauty. She likely thought that I would not want to or be able to give her up, and give in to whatever arrangement they made for me.

Brenda said she had all she could do to keep from reaching over the table and slapping Janet. Instead, she cautioned Janet about moving forward with this relationship, and asked her to reconcile with me, to save her marriage. Janet apparently told her that she thought that she was in love with this lawyer-boy Tom, and that they talked about his getting a divorce from his wife. Yes, lawyer-boy is married to some sweet, unsuspecting little thing in Atlanta. I guess they didn't want to have to sneak around on his side either.

She told me, "Tom, I really think Janet is planning on divorcing you eventually, and I don't know if I can go on being her friend. Please do not ask me discuss this subject with her any further." She somberly pulled a thumb drive out of her purse and pushed it into my hand, "Here Tom, I have recorded my conversation with her today, and I hope it helps you, but I will not... I cannot do this anymore, Tom honey. It's just too hurtful to a man I respect ... and love. Yes Tom, I love you."

She handed me the thumb drive got up from her chair and walked over to the window. She added, half looking over her shoulder, "Tom, I am so sorry about all of this. I will be here for you. I will give you whatever you need, whether it is just to cry on my shoulder, or ... some um, more comfort. Please do not give in to any role-playing with Janet and her other Tom. Promise me that, darling."

I got up from the couch and moved behind her, and slipped my arms around her. I kissed her on her cheek, and moving my lips back to her ear, whispered to her, "I will not involve you any further, and should not have asked you to do what you have already done." After a second or two, I continued in a softer voice in her ear, "Even if she and her friend wiped me out financially, if I can have you, I would consider myself a very rich man indeed Brenda honey." In a more normal voice I added, "But, don't worry, I have protected myself, and I have been fair about it. I have no intention of wiping her out, but I have already started proceedings."

Brenda turned around quickly, dropping her wine glass on the carpet as she did. Her eyes were liquid with tears welling up in them. "Oh, Tom! Please just hold me today. I need your strength."

I held her tight as she burst into tears, saying that she has lost her best friend today and just wanted to be comforted. Her tears were even bitterer realizing that she had betrayed the trust of her childhood friend. I decided to stay with her a little this afternoon. I led her to the bedroom, unbuttoned her dress, letting it fall on the floor. I fought every urge to put my hands on her magnificent bosom as it came into view and helped her in between her satin sheets, and under the comforters. Brenda is smart and professional, but as long as I have known her, she has always worn her heart on her sleeve, meaning that she is always very open about expressing deep emotions. Just lately, Brenda has been experiencing a jumble of emotions, potentially losing her best girlfriend, and renewing her feelings for me. She had to be very confused.

I sat on the bed next to her leaned down and I whispered in her ear, for her just to let it all out. I kissed her lightly on the cheek, as she cried into her satin pillowcase. She said in almost a whisper, "Make love to me, Tom. I need you today. Make love to me gently, darling." I softly told her that I could not do that, but maybe ... soon.

She then turned onto her stomach, still teary-eyed, and asked looking over her shoulder, "Tom can you at least just rub my shoulders and back until I fall asleep? Please Thomas!"

I pulled the cover sheet down, completely exposing her shoulders and back down to the beginning of her ass cleavage. I firmly massaged her shoulders as she was still sniffling a little, but starting to moan softly. I moved to her back and sides, and concentrated on the long muscle groups that ran down the sides of her spine. She moaned a little more as my hands smoothed down her sides, and over the exposed portion of the sides of her breasts. Her skin is soft and firm, and a pleasure to touch. I massaged down her back, and took small liberties with her buttocks, massaging them and tracing my fingers lightly down her crease as far as I dared. She opened her legs just a little; moaned, smiled, and said in a lazy voice, "Mmm, now we are getting somewhere, darling!"

I leaned down next to her ear and whispered, "Oh no we are not, sweetheart!" as I quickly moved my hands to safer territory and pulled her coversheet back up. She moaned, and sleepily retorted, "Coward."

What I really wanted to do was to turn her over on her back, and have my way with her magnificent breasts, slide my hand down her stomach and over her mound, and onto her engorged clit and pussy lips. I wanted to pave the way to sliding myself deep inside this beautiful woman, and stroke in and out of her, bringing her to an orgasm that would relax her for a week! I simply cannot be this close to Brenda without such desires eroding my remaining will power. I wanted my hands to roam freely over her pretty, firm ass and inside her legs to the most pleasurable area contained within. Instead, I gave her a little pat on her butt and said, "Go to sleep, B!"

I gave her as much comfort as I dared until she fell asleep. I was jittery, nervous, and greatly turned on by this luscious woman. I was trying as hard as I could, to keep my hand off less neutral places on this plush and supple body curled up beneath me. To make love to her or even to touch her further would cheapen any potential relationship we might eventually have. If Janet and I were going to split (and I could not see any other way to go), I did not want to have any regrets if I started anew with Brenda.

I stayed to clean up the kitchen and living room a little for her as she slept, and then left quietly. I was close to cheating on my cheating wife, but to my mind, I did not cross the line, and I did not allow Brenda to, either. All the way back to the office, I thought about Brenda. I have watched Brenda for years at parties from across the room. Each New Year's Eve, Brenda always managed to find me in the crowd for a final slow dance and a soft New Year's kiss.

Her classy dress, her aroma, and the sheer poetry of her lovely face and alluring décolletage always had its effect on me. Not only is she beautiful, but she is sweet, loving, and smart. Janet has these qualities also, but perhaps in shorter supply. I have no idea if Janet knew about my meetings with Brenda, but I knew that her little friend Tommy-boy was a lawyer and that a showdown was coming ... it was coming soon.

I readied myself for a possible split, so now it was time to find out what was in Janet's pretty, little head for sure. At breakfast the next Sunday, just two days after my meeting with Brenda, I volunteered to make breakfast for her. I told her we had some things to talk over. I made my signature spinach omelets, with grits and sliced strawberries and kiwis. Cholesterol balanced with fiber I guess you might say. I made her a cup of coffee the way she likes it with cream and sugar, and I had mine black.

I looked at Janet with my most innocently quizzical look and asked, "Honey, where do you see our relationship going from here?" It's the kind of question your boss asks you before he/she is about to fire you. She had just finished stirring her coffee, looked up and said. "I am not sure what you mean, Tom."

I looked over at her as she stopped stirring and said, "Well, speaking of the population of people we know named Tom, I am asking where your relationship with him is going, and what my role will be?" This gave her pause for a minute; she started up again idly still stirring her coffee.

She took a sip and over her cup said, "We agreed didn't we, that you would allow me to keep seeing him occasionally. Thinking that you might um, sort of go along with it ... be there for us. I thought you agreed to do this for us ... to improve our relationship and, um, lovemaking. Remember Tom, this was your fantasy to see me with another man. I thought that this might uh, help turn you on, and help our relationship, and that my Tom and I would help you with that in any way that we could."

That was an amazing declaration, I must say! She was being deliberately obtuse. I explained to her, "Janet, I did express a fantasy to you a long time ago about this, but I thought I made it clear that it would be hurtful to me if you actually followed through on it. I asked you not to go to him on that awful Friday night. I would have preferred us to work out our differences ... together." After a second or two I continued, "I know that this Tom is someone you have known for a while, and you and he did not just meet by chance on that Friday night!"

She narrowed her eyes indignantly and spit out, "Well, you seem to know a lot don't you? Where did you get all of your ... of course, Brenda. When did you talk to Brenda about this, Tom?"

"We met last Friday over lunch. Brenda is your friend, but she is also my friend, and you know that since we both work downtown, we get together for lunch occasionally. The subject just came up." I retorted.

Still a little indignant as she replied, "Well, I certainly know who my friends are, don't I?"

I fired back immediately, "Don't bring Brenda into this, she is a better friend to you than you know, and she is interested in keeping us together. Didn't she advise you to give this thing up and work on your marriage?

"I don't know how you know that, but yes, she did." She took a second, narrowed her eyes at me and asked, "Tom, are you sleeping with Brenda?" She was hitting the ball back into my court, trying to put me on the defensive.

"Let's stay focused on the problem at hand, shall we? What are yours and Tom's plans for me? And, no, I did not sleep with your best friend." I needed to know what was in Janet's mind, before I allowed divorce papers to go forward and tried to keep her focused on that discussion.

She looked me straight in the eyes, and said, "Okay, you want it, here it is. Tom suggested that we help you in your fantasy, to um, allow you to help to ah, facilitate my lovemaking with him. There! Are you happy? This is your fantasy, not mine Thomas."

"Janet let's cut through all the crap! First, this is not my fantasy, but yours. Let me be as clear as I can, I do not want you to have sex with other men ... period! I know that you met this guy through work, and you were seeing him before that Friday night, and have seen him since. You are trying to justify an affair using a fantasy that I don't even have. You are a smart girl Janet, you might have deduced just how hurt I was, from our previous ... discussions. I know that he is a lawyer, and the two of you have been discussing Tom's leaving his wife. Yup, I also know the dude is married to some poor unsuspecting little chick in Atlanta."

"Well, Tom, I would say that you know a lot. I hope you and Brenda will be very happy without me at all your little ... lunches!" Her indignation heightened, as she sat across from me, folded her arms and gave me a resolute nod. That gesture and all of her previous comments told me what I needed to know. It said that there was no longer anything to our marriage. It said that even if she stopped seeing Tom, there would eventually be another Tom, or Bill, or Dick, or Harry. This was it ... the anticlimax to our relationship. I knew it, and I think it was also seeping into Janet's crafty little brain. I made my decision, and I spelled out for her the lay of the land.

"There is something else, Janet. At about eight o'clock tomorrow morning, my lawyer will serve you for divorce naming Tom as co-respondent. Before I allowed that to go forward, I just wanted to know if you were the least bit remorseful, or were the least bit interested in preserving our marriage. It is apparent now that you are not, my dear little green-eyed wife!"

She counterpunched quickly, shouting at me, "SINCE TOM IS A LAWYER, TWO CAN PLAY AT THAT GAME MISTER!"

My response to that was equally swift, "You had better know some other things as well. I took fifty percent of our joint funds and investments, out of those accounts, so you will not be able to tie up any of my portion of the money. I did not take more than I was legally entitled to, and if you do not contest the proceedings, I will let you have the house, I don't want the damn thing anyway. But, when all is said and done, my lawyer might insist on you buying out my interest in the house ... at least to some degree. I do not intend to punish you Janet, even though you have humiliated me with yet another extramarital affair!" I took a swig of coffee since my throat was getting dry, and continued,

"I will not make any trouble at work for you, and I do not wish to mess with Tom's marriage. I will not give you any of my retirement funds, and I will not take any of yours. I have conversations and investigative reports, which need never, see the light of day if you agree to these general terms for a ... divorce. You get him, I get peace of mind, and we both get to move on in our lives. Take it or leave it baby."

Janet drained her coffee, slammed the cup down, and said, "Fine! I get the house and buy you out, and half of all marital assets. You sell the boat, because I want half of that too; you never sail it anyway and we bought it with money from both of us. And, I get to keep my Mercedes. It's mine, and I need it for work! You can keep your beloved Jeep Cherokee!"

I looked across the table at this lovely and petite woman who had been the love of my life for the past fifteen years of marriage. I thought of all the times I was privileged to slide my hands over her incredible little form, and to slide my dick into her tight little pussy, and I ended it all with one word, "Done!"

We did not exactly settle amicably, but amicably enough. I truly did not want to punish Janet. Her punishment will be that she will continue to be screwed up. If she cheated on me with Tom, she will cheat on him with someone else. We came to terms and both informed our lawyers, but they still had to negotiate ... haggle, really ... on final terms and conditions. It suddenly hit me, with all of my "lawyering" at the breakfast table that it now really was all over; two years of dating and fifteen years of marriage, touching, fondling, fucking, and looking into her incredible green eyes ... down the tubes.

I was now starting over. I knew that I would miss Janet in some ways, and that part of me would always have feelings for her. Regardless of what I did or where I went, I would always miss touching her and would feel jealous of any man who had that pleasure. I even thought about our last night of serious lovemaking and thought about how I would miss that. Then I thought about the affairs ... two that I knew of, and how many others I did not know about. I would not miss the worry, and the strife and sleepless nights she had visited upon me.

I divorced Janet, and eventually married Brenda, and we live in her townhouse. It is close to work for both of us, and it is where we fell in love with each other. Her other two friends were bridesmaids, but Janet did not attend. Actually, Janet did not get her man either, since lawyer-boy Tom stayed with his wife. Unbelievably, she forgave him. But, she forced him to give up his relationship with Janet and to turn the account with Janet's firm over to a junior associate. I guessed that in her mind, this was only strike one for her husband, and she gave him another chance. Mostly, I think it was because they had kids who needed a father. His departure from the account with Janet's firm must have raised some questions in the minds of the principles, and may have hurt Janet's chances for advancement. I didn't know and really no longer cared.

After the divorce was final, Brenda felt a lot of remorse for her willing part in this, which ended her relationship with a friend she had had since they were both ten years old. I drove to her townhouse to give her what comfort I could. She was in an impeccably fashionable one-piece dress, and heels. She broke into tears, feeling that she was being divorced from Janet as well. She kissed me softly, then she said as I handed her a single yellow rose, "Tom, now darling please make love to me. Make love to me gently today my love."

I removed her dress, and helped her into her large silky bed and drew the covers and comforter over her nearly naked body. I closed the bedroom shades and curtains, undressed, slipped into a warm face-to-face embrace, and softly made love to her for the rest of the afternoon and evening. Hour after hour, we kissed and fondled. I slowly moved between her open legs, and slid myself into her very moist pussy all the way. I just left it there throbbing, and filling her up as completely as I was able. I kissed her and fondled her magnificent breasts, gently fingering her nipples. I began to slide in and out of her pussy in a slow steady rhythm, to prolong the lovemaking as long as possible.

I did not want the finish for either of us to end too quickly in a cold separation, but just a long, continuously warm embrace. For most of the next hour, this is what we did and we both finished with a warm glow of an orgasm, rather than violence of shudders and convulsions. Wet and warm, with a tingling glow that slowly spread to every part of my body and hers. We softly talked during our lovemaking looking lovingly into each other's eyes. I love to put my lips against hers as I make love to her, so each softly spoken word becomes a light kiss on her lips. It feels tingly to me, and I know it drives her crazy as well.

She smelled wonderful; all of her natural aromas mixed in an intoxicating brew. We eventually fell asleep, still in each other's arms, lips touching, and me still stiffly inside of her. I awoke later to her softly kissing me, and placing her hands on my butt, to keep me inside her. As we kissed, we slowly moved into a number of positions, still tightly embraced, and with me still in her until we both eventually came in another warm glow of an orgasm. We made love like this all night long. I love fucking her hard and long, but we have made this slow gentle lovemaking a regular part of our relationship as well.




A Husband's Decision



Janet is still with the firm and doing quite well. I did receive a small sum from Tom over a successful alienation of affection suit, which he did not contest. Janet's own words did the trick. I split the house with Janet, and retained half of all other marital assets, as we untangled our financial affairs equitably. Janet acknowledged to me sometime later that she made a mistake by not giving me the respect I deserved. She and Brenda are starting to talk a little, but the old feelings are still a long way off. Janet has expressed a desire to see Brenda again in the future, but without me.

Brenda and I had "date nights" which started just after the divorce was final, where I would call her at work on a phone I know she does not answer, and ask the clerk answering the phone, "Um, hello is Brenda Griggs there?" I can hear the clerk giggle as she turns to Brenda and says, "Miss Griggs, you have a gentleman caller, shall I tell him you are in?" I can almost hear her rolling her eyes, as she takes the phone and uses her standard greeting, "Brenda Griggs, State Street Boutique."

"Ah, Miss Griggs this is Tom Anderson. Are you available on Friday night?" She shuffled some papers pretending to check her calendar, and said, "Yes, it seems that I am; what do you have in mind Thomas?"

"Would you like to meet for dinner and dancing? I know a great place."

"Mmm, sounds tantalizing darling ... I mean Mr. Anderson." I can hear in her voice that she is trying hard to suppress a giggle, "You may pick me up at eight, at my place. Do you have the address?" Then she does giggle.

I scolded affectionately, "Brenda, quit it!"

She says in a business-like manner, "That sounds wonderful Mr. Anderson, I'll see you then." She giggles just a little.

"You are too much, sweetheart, I love you." I said, and she responded in a soft voice, "Thank you for calling, Mr. Anderson." Then, in a whisper, "I love you too!"

On that Friday night, we spent a lot of time laughing at the reactions of her partner and sales staff. I picked a place that was different from our usual fine dining. This is a nice family diner, with a beautiful vintage Wurlitzer jukebox in the corner. After we place our order, I excused myself, put a quarter in the machine, and punched a few buttons. When the first couple of bars of the 1959 Phil Phillips classic Sea of Love started pouring out of the speakers, Brenda's eyes widened as she exclaimed, "Oh my God! Sea of Love... is my all-time favorite song. Let's dance, honey."

No one really dances here, but I took my lovely date in my arms, and we danced to Sea of Love, as I sang along with Phil Phillips in my acceptable baritone voice and looking into the teary-eyed face that I love:

"Come with me, my love. To the sea... the sea of love. I want to tell you how much... I love you Come with me. To the sea... of love!"

After that night, this '50s classic became our song, and the opening line always brings Brenda to tears. That night, when we went back to her townhouse, Brenda fucked me longer and harder than she ever had before. The only thing I could think to myself as I hung on for dear life was, "Thank you Phil Phillips, wherever you are." We are the corniest couple ever and regularly receive groans from our married friends, some of whom have let everything else in their lives get in the way of their marriages. On her birthday a year after our wedding, I took Brenda to the fanciest restaurant in town that had an orchestra and dance floor. I tipped the conductor fifty dollars to play... yup, you guessed it... Sea of Love. Brenda was dressed in a beautiful gown, and all eyes were on us as she left her yellow rose on the table and followed me to the dance floor.

I always give her a single yellow rose on dates. Red is for love I know, but we are most proud of the fact that, in addition to our deep love for each other, we are also best friends. We call our nights out dates, because I take the time to ask her in advance, and she can accept or not. It shows the respect we have for each other and the fact that we do not take each other for granted. I noticed a husband near the dance floor, stand and take his wife's hand, saying, "Come on honey... remember how much we loved dancing to this song?" Brenda and I are contagious!

We have a little girl named Claire. She is kind and sweet and will be the spitting image of her mother. True to her name, she is the light of our lives. Brenda and I do not play silly games to keep our sex life fresh and never seem to tire of touching each other. Claire is often heard to say as she rolls her pretty, soft brown eyes, "Will you guys please stop? You are embarrassing!" We just grab her and fold her into a family embrace, tickling her into rivulets of little girl giggles. Claire has her little friends over for sleepovers, and they cannot get over our loving behavior, with our constant chaste touches, hugs, and kisses in her presence. They ask Claire what is wrong with her parents. I once overheard Claire answer that question telling a friend, "Mommy says that they live in a sea of love... whatever that means." For the past ten years, we have made love every single night... at least once.

I never take her for granted, and every night is like a first date to us. When I have to travel for work, she will arrange a buying trip for her shop and come along. We dine at the best places on our trips and always arrange our schedules to have some time together... even if it is just to lie on the beach. At home, I will often "take" Brenda as she is leaning over the kitchen sink, or coming out of the shower, and occasionally in the car during our frequent "date nights." Always out of sight of our sweet child. When Claire is around, I will swing Brenda away from a household chore and into a dance, providing the music vocally. I love singing to her. When Claire was young, she would hug our legs as we danced to join in with us. Now, she just rolls her eyes at us ... but smiles. I think she secretly enjoys all of the love and caring that flows in and around her when we are all together.

My little family is the most important possession I own. I am making good on my promise to hurry home every night to make love to Brenda ...

... for the rest of my life.

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