5 comments/ 193020 views/ 12 favorites Nurses Night Out By: palles I have been a Registered Nurse for just over 14 years, and over that time I have watched the number of male nurses increase. When I first started, most of the men in the hospital worked as transporters or assistants, and thus were under the direct supervision of the registered nurses. Most of the nurses I have known have been gay and pretty much acted like “one of the girls.” About 6 months ago, I started a new job and was amazed that unlike my former co-workers, the male nurses on this unit were young and hot. I am not over the hill, but at 36 with 3 kids and a marriage which is pretty much on autopilot, I see a difference between myself and the 27-year-old guys who work 3 pm to 11 pm with me. While there is some variation, most evenings we are staffed with Mike and Tim and Gale and myself. After the 8 pm medications are passed, things generally settle down a little bit and we have time to spend in the nurses station. Up until this position, I had worked labor and delivery and it was “all girls all the time.” We would set and talk about everything, our kids, our sex lives, our bodies, just whatever. With a 50/50 mix, the chit-chat was more superficial for the first several months. Tim and I started at the same time. Gale had worked on the unit since she had graduated from nursing school 8 years ago. She is a couple years younger than I am, and is usually “in charge” because she has more experience on this unit. Before Mike came on board, it had been three gals and Tim. When Julie left and Mike was hired, the unit shifted from 3 to 1, with Tim as the odd man out, to two pairs. Mike and Tim are both single. Gale has been divorced for 5 years. Needless to say, there is quite a bit of flirting that goes on. Mike hit it up with Gale almost as soon as he arrived. Up until 4 weeks ago, Tim had been dating, so we used to cover for Mike and Gale when they would take their extra long “smoking breaks.” When Tim was going steady with his ex-girl friend, she would come to pick him up from work and the four of them would go out together after the shift ended at 11 pm. Although everybody was always asleep when I got home, I would never go out with them. Being the 5th wheel has never been very much fun for me. When Tim and Julie broke up, the three of them ganged up on me and insisted that I join them for a quick after work drink. I declined, but Mike said that if I did not join them then Tim would not go and nobody would have fun. So reluctantly, I went long with them. It had been several years since I had gone out at night with my husband Al, let alone anybody else from work. It only took an hour or so until the first couple drinks kicked in and I started having a good time. We told stories and jokes, drank and danced, before long it was almost 2 am and closing time. We had switched to cokes at 12:30 and I was sober before we were ready to leave. We all had to be back to work at 2:30 pm, so none of us got really “drunk” just a couple drinks to get a little buzz. Gale gave me a hug and thanked me for joining them. Mike gave me a little hug on the shoulder and a pick on the cheek. Tim took full advantage of his “turn” and hugged me face on, holding me for just a moment “too long.” He whispered in my ear, “thanks, I didn’t need to be alone tonight.” He looked so pitiful. I had spent more time with Tim, due to Gale and Mike’s antics. He is somewhat younger than I and reminded me for all the world of the guy who had taken my virginity when I was in nursing school. Mike and Gale had turned and walked away moments earlier. “Do you need to talk?” I asked instinctively. He looked down and then away. I took him by the hand, “let’s walk for a while.” We walked a couple of blocks down and started back. “Do you want to get some breakfast?” Tim asked softly. I had been off work for over 3 hours and my cell phone had not rung. That meant that hubbie was fast asleep. Had I not been home by midnight, he would have called if he were awake. He is not possessive; he is just concerned for my safety when I am out. I was kind of hungry, “sure” I answered. We agreed to go to IHOP for a quick breakfast. We took separate cars and it was not long before we were pulling into the parking lot. The breakfast was slow and lingering. This first night out ended with another hug and a quick drive home. I had done nothing wrong I reasoned. He was a friend, he was hurting, I had just listened to his pain. I got home it was not quite 3:30 am. I scrawled a note to hubbie and told him that I had worked over. I told him that I would be sleeping in the guest room so as to not wake him, and so I could sleep in the morning. I showered, changed and a then crawled into the clean soft sheets of the bed in guest bedroom. I was soon fast asleep, but drifted in and out, waking to find my hands between my legs. About the third time I awoke, I decided that I had better do the job right, or I would not get any sleep. As I rubbed my pussy and toyed with my clit, I soon found myself thinking of Tim and pulling on my nipples. Within a couple of minutes, I came violently. In 14 years of marriage, I had played with myself plenty of times, I had fantasized about porn stars, guys seen on the beach or any number of TV stars, but this was the first time that I had got off thinking about a co-worker. I drifted off into a deep sleep, and before I knew it my husband had slipped into bed next to me and informed me that it was 1:30 pm, and he was afraid that I would miss work if I did not wake up. I gave him a kiss and thanked him. “Did you have a hard night?” He asked, continuing with “I’m sorry I didn’t wake up. I tried to but fell asleep during Leno’s monologue.” “It’s just as well” I answered, “things were crazy last night.” Things went on pretty much the same for the next couple of weeks. Three or more times a week, the four of us would do out after work. Sometimes for just a quick drink and then home by midnight. A couple times a week we would stay out until 2 or later. The breakfast deal was not repeated, as things had quickly moved from Tim the depressed, rejected lover to Tim the fun loving flirt. The evenings still ended with a hug and more often than not a quick kiss on the cheek. Finally, one Saturday night I arrived at work to find that the censes was down and two of us had to be canceled. Normally, I would have been called off while at home, but I had gone out shopping and left my cell phone at home. Gale was in charge as usual, and of course, she could not go. If she stayed that meant Mike stayed. “Looks like you two get the night off!” she said as Tim talked in the door. “Works for me” Tim said grinning, “how about you, want to go do something for a few hours?” I felt like I was 21 again. “Sure, I’d love to, but I’m not exactly dressed for a good time” I said. “Ok, let’s go to the mall!” Tim said with a wink. Soon we were in his Mazda heading from Marietta to Atlanta. I did not want to risk running into anybody we knew. We ended up at the Peachtree. Tim took me into one of the little shops. “Oh I could not afford anything from here!” I gasped as I read the price tag. “It’s on me!” Tim quipped. “You’ve been a real life saver.” He handed me this low cut, backless dress. “Try this on” he insisted. I finally gave in, “It’s perfect.” He exclaimed as I walked out of the dressing room. “Do you like it?” he asked. “I like it just fine,” I said, “but I really can’t” “We’ll take it.” he said “she’ll wear it out.” “But I don’t have any..” “Shoes?” He cut me off again as he held up a pair of sandals that were a perfect match. He paid for the clothes and we headed across the court to get his new outfit. We ran the bags with the scrubs we had worn to work back to the car. “What am I doing” I asked myself “this is crazy.” He opened the trunk and said, “now let’s get something to eat!” he headed back into the Peachtree and I followed closely to the glass elevators. When the doors opened, we were high atop the tower in the Sundial restaurant. The middle row of booths is on a turnstile, which turns once an hour providing a perfect view of Atlanta. “God, I can not remember the last time we did something anything close to this” I thought to my self. “This is wonderful,” I said to Tim. “I’m glad you like it.” He was setting next to me in the middle of the booth, providing us both a great shared view. He was setting close enough to see down the top of the low cut dress. Normally, I would have found just the right type of bra, but given the situation, I was braless. I had caught him looking down my scrub tops from time to time at work when we were working across a bed from one another. I enjoyed the attention. In fact I went out of my way to find just the perfect top which would bunch as I bent forward revealing my lacy bras. This was even more exciting. No man had seen my naked breasts since the birth of my children had enlarged them. Were my panties getting wet, or was it just my imagination? All too soon the check came and we headed for the elevator. “What would you like to do now?” he said as he moved behind me and whispered into my ear as I admired the view on the way down. “Oh, Tim, you would not believe me if I told you!” I thought out loud, not realizing that the words had actually been spoken. There was a nice lounge on the first floor. We stepped off the elevator and Tim took my hand as he led to me to lounge. He ordered our drinks and after the second round. He excused himself and returned after what seemed to be an eternity. After some more small talk, we got up to leave. He took me by the hand and led me to another set of elevators; these were in the hotel section of the towers. We reached the room door and as he unlocked the door, I realized where he had gone when he left the lounge. We entered the room, and Tim went straight to the bathroom. He started the shower and left the room door open while he got undressed. It was up to me now. He had not said a word, but the invitation was clear. I could join him or not. He had not propositioned me, but I had been seduced. I undid the dress and let it fall to my feet. I picked it up and placed it on a hanger, and then stepped out of my panties. His eyes met mine as I stepped into the shower. I lifted my chin and he lowered his face to meet my lips as he slid his hands around me and brought me close to his body. His hands were on my ass now as his tongue explored my mouth. I felt his penis against my stomach. With the steam in the room, I had not seen his member when I stepped into the shower. I could feel it though, it was large and hard. His hands were on my back, my shoulders. He turned me around and the water now streamed down my breast and stomach as his manhood now against my ass and his hands firmly on my breasts. His hands washed my body. “Close you eyes” he said. I complied and soon he was washing my hair. My legs were going weak. As I turned to rinse my hair, I could no longer resist. Once the shampoo was out of my eyes, I reached down and found his cock. It was still engorged. I nearly gasped as I found that I could not close my fingers around its width. I resisted the urge to look down, but I did move my other hand down to his penis. I could easily fit one hand on top of the other without covering the whole shaft. “Oh my god! This must be over eight inches long!” I thought to myself. Now it was my turn to plunge my tongue into his mouth. I moved closer to him, forcing his cock into my stomach. We kissed and explored each others body. He pulled away and stepped out of the shower. I turned off the water and was met with an open towel as I moved to step out. He dried my wet body off. Then we moved to the bedroom. The curtains were open. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him. His dick found its way into my wetness with no assistance as he moved to the wall and drove himself in deeper. He held me up and fucked me until I came and then turned and we fell into the bed, seemingly repositioning ourselves without missing a stroke. It had been years since I had been with anybody but my husband. He had encouraged me to buy sex toys and I had once on impulse bought a dildo nearly as large as Tim’s cock. But it was more than I could comfortably enjoy. I had long ago found a 7” dildo was seemingly optimal, to my dismay, as my husband’s cock is almost exactly the “average” size penis, both in terms of girth and length. I never dreamed that I could enjoy a mammoth cock of this size. But I was enjoying his thrusts. I do not know how many times I came that evening. I know at least four. It was nearly 10 pm before we stopped fucking. We had left the hospital just before 4 pm and we had left the lounge before 7 pm. We had showered for less than 15 minutes, and therefore had fucked for at least 2½ hours. Tim finally came in an explosive orgasm, rocketing seminal fluid into my aching pussy. I was nearly num. I wanted to sleep. But reality waited for me. I had to get home and we both knew it. Long ago hubbie had learned that if I did not call him before 4 pm, the night would be too busy for him to call me. Nevertheless, I did need to go home. We got dressed again, this time in the scrubs that had somehow mysteriously re-appeared. We drove back the to the hospital parking lot in silence. My mind raced 100 miles per hour. I loved my husband. We had talked about me fucking somebody else while he jacked off. But I had told him I never could. I meant it. I had promised myself that I would never be with anybody except my husband. Al is about ten years older than I. It was nice at the beginning, but now he was slowing down sexually. The sex is still good, but the days of fucking for over an hour have long gone. It takes longer for him to get it up, it goes soft quicker, but as a nurse, I understand that this is a normal part of aging for many men. I had not gone out looking for a fuck. But I had been fucked; fast, hard and repeatedly. The fucking was wonderful. I loved the fuck. I liked Tim, but I loved my husband. The next night the census was up again and all four of us were working. Gale smiled as she asked me if I had enjoyed my night off. I knew she knew. She knew that I knew she knew. It has been over a month since I got my first fucking. Now we take turns covering for each other. There is nearly always an extra empty room. We have all gotten quite a bit closer over the past month. Gale started it all by walking in on us while we were fucking. Then I had to return the favor. A couple of times we have shared a dick for a blow job. Twice we got a hotel after work and fucked in the same room. My husband has commented on how much happier I seem and how much younger I look. He has also commented on how busy we have been at work lately. I don’t like keeping the secret from him and someday, maybe soon I will ask him to go out with me and let him think that we “accidentally” ran into Tim from work. I figure I will let hubbie watch Tim dance with me, and let him think that I have finally given in to picking up somebody. Someday I will let hubbie watch me fuck my young pal, but for now I feel 21 again and I like the excitement of being with Tim at work and after work. Someday, when Tim is long gone, I will tell my husband about the Peachtree and the first shower together. But for now I will settle for telling you readers. Nurses Night Out Ch. 02 I finally had to have a long talk with Tim. Regardless of what this story makes me out to be, I am an honest person. I do not enjoy lying to my husband. I love him dearly and it just makes my heart ache to think about lying to him, even by not telling him something. (A long Tim e somebody told me that the difference between a “secret” and a “surprise” is that a “surprise” is something that you intend on telling somebody when the Tim e is right.) So in my way of thinking, I have been saving a surprise for my hubbie. HE is the one who started this whole “I wish you would fuck somebody else” business. HE is the one who would jerk off thinking about me fucking some guy with a big dick. I never wanted anybody other that Al (hubbie). So, even though most of the world would say I have been cheating on Al, I consider it taking him up on his offer. That having been said, it still does not set right with me. I love the sex! I really enjoy Tim, but knowing that Al thinks he would get off on it, it just seems wrong that I don’t at least tell Al. But Tim is also involved in this. And while hubbie talks a lot of shit about me being with another guy, I think he was thinking somebody who I just picked up or we met on line or whatever and not a co-worker. I needed to just get all my duckies in a row as it were. So last night I had a little chat with Tim. He was cool, almost too cool, that whole “whatever” type attitude. It was like, I enjoy fucking you, but I understand. Which I don’t know what I expected, but a little concern would have gone a long way. I tried not to get upset. He picked up on my feelings. I had been there for him, and he knew it, he came around real quickly. I was about ready to read him the riot act, but he didn’t make me. He apologized and explained that he was just trying to protect himself and that he cared, but he respected me and did not want to complicate my life. I explained to him that Al liked to think about me fucking somebody else. Tim did not understand. To be honest, I don’t quite understand it myself. Tim is very protective of his women and would not think of sharing his girlfriend with anybody. Of course, he did not mind sharing Al’s wife with Al! The more I think about this, the more I do not understand men! I don’t want to share Al with anybody and I would not fuck somebody else’s husband. Tim asked “does this mean we were over?” “It does not have to mean that we were “over,” it just means that Al needs to know!” I replied “If you are cool with Al knowing that we fuck, and whatever conditions Al puts on it, then we can fuck” I continued “but if you want to keep it hidden from Al, it has to be over because I can not keep a secret from Al any longer.” Tim just sat there for a while without saying a word. His eyes would alternately make and break contact with mine, intense contact, as if he were trying to read my mind. Then he would break contact and look away, as if trying to figure out the costs of a major business deal. “We are getting into some deep shit here,” He finally said, “Real deep shit, what if he kills you for fucking me?” I could not believe what I was hearing. Al was not a violent man; at least he had never been violent with me. “Are you kidding? The whole thing was his idea!” I blurted out. “Yes, of course, it WAS his idea, but it was an idea, not a fact!” Tim replied. I had never considered that Al had not meant it when he had talked to me about fucking somebody else. I had assumed that he was honestly telling me what he wanted. “I tell you what we will do. Al has been talking about me picking up somebody at a bar. What if Al and I come to a bar and run into you. After a few drinks, I will start flirting with you and if Al goes along, then we will see what happens. If Al gets uptight or tries to shut it down, we will stop and he will not know the truth, because we will know that he could not handle it.” I suggested. Tim just sat there, again as if trying to reason it all out. “If Al goes along, and if we end up having sex, great and then someday I will tell Al the rest of the story.” Tim only looked half convinced. “Let’s dance” Tim said. “Ok,” I said as I stood up. He stood up and we moved to the dance floor. We danced and Tim started getting fresh. “Look, no more funny business, until we meet at the bar” I said in my sternest tone of voice. Tim gave me his best hurt puppy dog look, but I stood my ground. “Fine, when and where?” He asked. “We are both off this week-end. I need to do it soon, how about Saturday night?” “OK, Saturday night it is then” Tim replied. So, this week-end we will see what we will see. By Friday night my tummy was full of butterflies. I had really loved the sex Tim had shared with me. I wanted to keep fucking him, but I just couldn’t keep lying to Al. I was hopeful that my insecure husband was not full of shit as usual, oh, how I needed him to accept his wish come true. Saturday morning I was up early. Actually, I had slept very little. I made Al his favorite breakfast and served it in bed. I spent the day making Al happy, coming on to him, flirting with him. By 6 PM, it was time to lower the boom on him. “Let’s go out dancing!” I suggested. “Only if you are going to try and pick up another guy!” hubbie replied. I just knew he was going to say that, and I was ready. Actually I had been practicing for a week. “O.k., you’re on!” I quipped. His jaw visibly dropped. I thought that only happened in the movies. The air in the car was so thick it could be cut with a knife. “Your really not going to try and pick up somebody, are you?” Hubbie inquired. “I tell you what, let’s make a bet. I bet I can pick up a guy and get him to do anything you tell me to before you can even buy a girl a drink and get a telephone number.” He looked at me, and nearly ran a red light. “Well, do we have a bet?” I asked. “I’m not going to bet with you!” He muttered. “Why not? Are you chicken?” “No!” He answered “I’m not chicken, I’m just…” “You’re just what?” I cut him off “No guts no glory, what’s the matter, you lost your college moves?” “O.k., o.k., it’s a bet.” “So what are we betting?” I pushed the envelope. “It’s your idea, you call it.” He muttered. “You know that ring I’ve been wanting, if I score first tonight, I get the ring, if you score first, I’ll forget about the ring and bring you breakfast in bed every morning for a month and give you a blow job every night for a month.” Food and sex, the pathway to a man’s heart, I almost felt guiltier about the sucker bet than I did about having fucked Tim behind Al’s back for so long. “Ok, it’s a deal.” He said dryly. We pulled up into the parking lot. Tim’s bike was there already. My panties started getting wet. “We can not go in together” I said “Let me out before you park!” I nearly jumped out before he slowed down, let alone stopped. I entered the club, my eyes quickly adjusted to the dim lighting. Tim smiled at me. “Give me a couple minutes and then come out from the john.” I instructed Tim. Tim departed as instructed, a split second later Al opened the door and walked to a booth. I was setting at the bar. With-in minutes Tim came back from the john and slowly approached me. “Hi” he said “My name is Tim.” “My name is Kellie, nice to met you!” We sat talking for a few minutes. I occasionally glanced at Al who was drinking alone. We danced as Al kept nursing his beer, his smile long ago having left his face. After an hour of dancing, I whispered to Tim to make another trip to the john. While he was gone, I walked over to Al, “How ya doing big guy?” I asked. “I guess I owe you a ring.” He said. The son of a bitch was more concerned over a ring than he was that his wife had been dirty dancing with a “stranger” for nearly an hour. “Ok, here is the deal, I like this guy. He is cute, he smells good and I think he wants to fuck me.” Al’s jaw dropped once again, “Tonight is your lucky night studly, I’m taking him home with me.” He got that dear in the headlight look. You are to wait here for exactly 30 minutes and then you are to come home, park 3 houses down, and come inside very, very quietly. Tim returned from the bathroom. “Let’s get out of here” I suggested. Taking his hand in mine, we headed for the door without looking back. The ride home was very exciting. I could hardly keep my hands off him, but I knew that once started it would not be over until it is over. We rushed up stairs, clothes purposely leaving a trail from the front door to the master bedroom. We shot into the shower. I wanted to make this last as long as possible. It was surreal being with another man in my, no our bedroom. His hands were busy lathering soap all over my breasts and ass. I was about to go limp. I scooped some soap off my body and grabbed his dick. It was so hard and so big; somehow it seemed bigger in my home than it had elsewhere. Our bodies rubbed and moved until I was nearly going to explode. I was trying to make the foreplay last the half hour, but there was no way I could wait. “I need you; I need you inside my pussy. I have to have your hard cock.” We fell into the bed. I pulled him on top of me. My pussy was so wet and so excited that if Tim’s dick was the size of my hubbie’s, the evening would be a waste. But his dick was bigger, much thicker, he could handle my excitement. He could fuck me no matter how wet I was. Tim complied. He thrust his cock into my waiting pussy. He moved faster and harder than I had been fucked in years. I moved my ass, and thrust my pelvis to meet his thrusts. I screamed with delight as I came in waves, hard at first, then multiple little orgasms followed by an earth shattering climax as his cum flooded my swollen pussy. I closed my eyes as the room seemed to be moving around me. I opened my eyes to see Al standing in the doorway. I got up on my knees and reached for Tim ’s still swollen, but softening cock. Even softening it was well over 6 inches long and quite a bit thicker than Al’s. I moved it so that Al could get a good look at it before I placed it in my mouth. I hardly ever gave Al blow jobs, mostly because his dick is not that awe inspiring, it never drew me to it. I could not resist Tim’s cock, it was not just the size, shape and color all of which are perfect. It was what it symbolized. IT was so full of passion. I sucked it, licked it, and kissed it, until it quickly revived. As I pulled my lips from the head, I turned so that my eyes could meet Al’s. “Jim, my husband is here.” I said as I gently stroked Tim’s hard cock. “You don’t mind if he watches do you?” “Not as long as he does not join in, he can have you when I am done.” He said loud enough for Al to hear. “Come on in dear.” I said without breaking eye contact.” “But leave your pants on partner” Tim added. As Al entered the room, I moved and straddled Tim’s how fully ridged member. With one knee on either side of Tim, his penis touched the outside of my pussy lips. I would have loved to impale myself on his waiting dick, but I had to make it last. Al could see clearly as my lips parted and allowed entry while I slowly lowered myself onto his cock. I could feel the pulse from the vain on his cock. I moved up and down, moving my ass as I screwed Tim like he was the last fuck I would ever have. I noticed Al’s hand reaching from his dick. “Don’t touch it!” I commanded “This is my sex, you are an invited guest.” The submissive wife and demanding husband had in a moment been transposed. I felt so powerful. So in control. I was calling the shots and loving it. That thought was more powerful than any cock, and I exploded as I contemplated the power I now held. I had the most fantastic orgasm I have ever known. Al sat spellbound in silence. I fell onto Tim’s chest. Tim too was somewhat shocked. “Al, here is the deal. Tim is my new boyfriend and fuck buddy.” I explained the new rules of our marriage. “I love you, and if you are nice to me I will let you know about our fuck sessions. This is the only Time you will see me fuck another guy live, but if you want, we will videotape our sex for you and let you see it.” Al stood mesmerized. “If you are very nice to me, I will let you fuck me when Tim is busy, or not feeling up to par. If you are not nice to me, well let’s just say you don’t want to know what will happen, but you will not like it!” Tim got up, dressed, shook Al’s hand and said “nice to meet you, I really enjoyed getting to know your wife.” He walked to the door without looking back. As we heard the door close, Al started “what the fuck was..” I held my hand up “Are you being nice right now?” I asked. “ok sweetie, I have been so faithful to you. You begged me to fuck somebody.” His eyes fell to the floor. “I have granted your wish. I hope for your sake you are happy, because I am. Tim and I could never be married. It would never work. But the sex for sure works.” He apologized to me and promised to be good. “In that case, get undressed, you can jack off now.” He did. I smiled. I kissed him. We turned off the light and went to sleep. I don’t know what will happen next, but right now it looks like its going to be a whole new world! Nurses Night Out Ch. 03 I tried to make it last for a week. Al had begged me to be with another man. My father had told me when I was a teenager “Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.” Al’s dad obviously had not told him the same thing. I had not been with Tim again since that fateful night that I had been so mean to Al. I had put myself in a position that was driving me nearly insane. I love Al. He is my husband, my life, my world. I love fucking Tim. I was so angry at myself, but “teaching Al a lesson was much easier than dealing with my issues. But I couldn’t be mean to Al for a week, much less for the rest of our marriage. “Al, how are you doing?” I asked as he walked into the kitchen. I had woke up early and fixed his favorite breakfast, hoping to bring it to him in bed. But he had obviously smelled the coffee and woke up. “How am I doing?” He muttered “How am I doing? I’m going crazy that’s how I am doing!” His face was downcast, his shoulders were slumped. My heretofore confident, brash, demanding husband hand been reduced to a shell of his former self. “Baby, I have a confession to make.” I started. His countenance fell even more. My former confession had brought his world tumbling down. I’m sure he anticipated the worst. “Sit down honey,” I insisted “I’ve made you breakfast.” He smiled a forced smile. “The condemned man ate a hearty meal.” He muttered. “Oh, baby, baby, I am so, so sorry.” I confessed. “I love you more than I have loved anybody else, ever in my life. I love you more than I will ever love anybody else.” His eyes lifted. A confused look came over his face “what about Tim?” he asked. ”Al, I’m only going to say this once, after today, whatever we decide is the end of the conversation.” My voice was soft and firm. I looked him dead in the eye. “For years you have pushed me and pushed me to have sex with somebody else.” I reached to touch his hand. “You have to believe that I never meant to end up in bed with Tim, one thing just lead to the next.” I held his hand firmly. “I have been having an affair with him for some time. I could not stand lying to you. I had to let you know. I thought I was going to do it in a way that you would find exciting.” Al’s face was flushing now. “You cheated on me? I can not believe you cheated on me.” “Darling, I am so sorry. I have no excuse. It just happened.” I was crying now. “Do you want to know the details?” “I’m not sure, do I?” he replied. “Well, I’m not sure. All I know is that after today, I don’t want to talk about it again.” Still holding his hand, “all I know is that I don’t want to recount the details over and over while you jack off.” “Look this has been hard on me. I know I asked you to fuck another guy, but I didn’t know how tough it could be to have a fantasy come true.” Now it was my turn to feel the force of his eyes on mind. “Do you love him?” Now it was my turn to flush with embarrassment. I did not love Tim. It was nothing but hard raw sex. “You are the only man I love.” “I didn’t feel very loved the other night.” He insisted. “Do you think that telling me to fuck other men made me feel loved?” I countered, followed by a long silence. The air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. “Ok, you’re right.” He admitted. My point had been made. “So you don’t love him?” “No, I love you.” Once again I vowed my love. “So why do you fuck him?” He quizzed. “Do you want the truth?” My mind raced as I considered how to tell him the truth. “Yes.” “Ok, the first time, it just happened. But he fucks me so hard and fast. His dick is so large. It just was so powerful that I had to have him again. I love you, and in that way or sex is great, but sex with him is different. It’s just raw sex.” I watched as his mind pondered my not so carefully chosen words. “Ok. How would you feel if I fucked somebody else?” He questioned. “I don’t think that is the question. I never, ever, asked you to fuck another woman.” I was not going to give in on this. “Ok, point made.” He said. “So where do we go from here?” “Well where do you want to go?” I put the ball back in his court. “Well, I don’t want to loose you.” He confessed. “You are not going to loose me.” I assured him. “Well then, I guess since I started this whole thing, I can not reverse myself and say you can not fuck him again.” He said slowly. “I don’t like the way it’s been for the past few days. Have you fucked him since I met him?” “No.” I answered honestly. “Do you want to fuck him again” He asked. “Yes.” I answered honestly again. Whatever happened, I could not lie to him and I could not lie to myself. “Ok, here is the deal. As far as I am concerned, this is your one freebee. I really don’t want to hear the details. Go ahead, have your boy-toy. But when it is over with him, you either chose to have an open swinging life with me, we both fuck others, or you and I are monogamous with each other. I made my bed and I have to lay in it.” “Is that what you want?” I asked. “No, but that is what I deserve, and under the circumstances it is the only fair thing to do.” He said. “Eat your breakfast, while I take a shower.” I said. I headed to the shower. I was so confused. I took off my sleeping shirt and got into the shower. A couple minutes later the shower curtain parted. “Is there room for one more?” Al stuck his head in. “Sure, there is always room for you.” I smile. He stepped him. His penis was hard and he grabbed me and pulled me close. I reached down and grabbed his hard cock. Our bodies meshed. Our lips met. I opened my mouth and his tongue invaded my mouth like we had not kissed in years. His hands moved to my tits. His cock pressed into my stomach. His right hand moved to my ass. I reached around and played with his ass cheeks. He fell to his knees and I placed my left foot on the side of the tub. His head was soon buried in my pussy, his tongue exploring my lips, moving to my clit and sucking it into his mouth, then circling it with his tongue before moving to my pussy lips. He nibbled on them softly before returning to my clit. My legs started to go limp. I placed both my hands on his head to steady myself before pulling his head closer to my pussy. I came and let out a soft moan. “Oh baby, that was soooo goooooood.” I purred. He stood up and picked me up carrying me to the bed. He put me down and a moment later his body was on top of me. With one quick thrust his cock was inside me. His thrust was hard and fast. He pounded away until I came again. The we rolled over and I moved up and down on his still hard cock. Finally he exploded inside of me. He cock pulsed three times and I felt him cum inside of me. I came once more and fell onto his chest. “I love you hubbie.” I whispered into his ear. “I love you too.” He said. “Was I ok? “You were more than ok” I replied. And with that I fell asleep.