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  The things was, it didn’t really hurt to hear. I mean, maybe something about it did but the fact was that I…well, I just never really got that excited about sex to begin with.

  Sure I liked it and all but given an evening with the boys running trains or an evening at home running into my wife… Fuck.

  Maybe I should have paid more attention?

  “Are you okay?” She touched my cheek.

  “I’m…well, no. And yes. You…I’m sorry you don’t like our sex life.”

  “It’s not that I don’t like it,” she said, shaking her head. “It’s that…I just don’t love it. I should have brought this up a long time ago. I should have said something but…it’s just so hard to find the time. The boys are always underfoot and…well, you know how it is.”

  The boys. My stomach twisted into a tighter knot at the thought. The boys. We had to fix this for them if not for us. I didn’t want us to be those parents, working out schedules for who gets the kids when.

  “Vanessa?”

  “What?”

  “Are you…you’re not asking for a divorce, are you?”

  “A div…what? No!” She furrowed her brow, as if unable to believe that I had even suspected she might be. “Are you crazy?”

  Was I? Isn’t that what happened when people cheated?

  Still, I was utterly relieved to find out she wasn’t. The razor sharp slice of her betrayal had already dulled. I was ready to get on with the business of sorting this out.

  “Of course I don’t want to divorce you. But…”

  Oh God. Another “but.”

  “But what?”

  Her eyes softened. “I want to…”

  What?!?

  “I want to know if you’ll let me sleep with other men?”

  An icicle of jealousy slid down my throat and settled in my gut. “What?”

  She was looking right at me and from her expression there was no way she wasn’t serious. “I know it sounds crazy,” she said. “But I have to get this off my chest. For the last thirteen years I’ve…I just…when we do it, I always end up thinking about someone else. Steve or Chad. You remember Chad?”

  A shake started inside me that felt like it was going to shake it’s way right up my throat. Steve? Or Chad? Of course I fucking remembered Chad. Her muscled dick of an ex who she found out had cheated on her the whole time they were together.

  What the hell was she talking about?

  “Vanessa…why?”

  “Oh God, Richard, I’m so sorry. I know this must hurt like hell but I just can’t keep it inside any longer. I love you. I love everything about you it’s just that…I just want someone to fuck me the way I used to get fucked. I’ve tried to make it go away but I’m just not built that way. I’m sorry. I just…I need it, Richard.”

  Our eyes met and she looked like a wild, feral thing.

  Why the fuck was my cock rock hard again?!?

  Vanessa shifted and her leg brushed against my hardness. Her eyes went a little wide. A moment later she wrapped her hand around my meat. “Richard?” she whispered in disbelief.

  “What?” The word sounded angry and bitter and tight.

  “This,” she said, squeezing my cock in her fist.

  I had no idea what that was about.

  Vanessa rolled over and onto me. A moment later I felt the wet heat of her pussy split and take me in. She lowered herself onto my shaft and my own cum came running out of her down onto my balls.

  I’d never been confused by arousal before. But this was an arousal unlike any I’d ever felt. My mind darted back to what I’d been thinking about before, Vanessa with another man inside her.

  My cock went rigid in her soft pussy, hard as an iron rod.

  Vanessa started riding on top of me, pumping my cock with her hot pussy. “What was that?”

  “What?”

  “What made you harden like that?” she panted.

  I stared down at the sight of her my shaft disappearing up into her body. Slam. There it was again. Vanessa getting stuffed by another man’s cock.

  I stiffened again.

  “That. What are you thinking about?” she asked. She got up onto her feet, squatting above me, and put her hands on my chest.

  The tightness of her pussy as she worked her ass up and down was…fucking divine.

  “Did you get hard from thinking about me with another man, Richard?” she asked. She was boring into me with her stare.

  The question inevitably made me harden again.

  The wild look crept back into her eyes. “Are you getting hard because your wife was a slut, Richard? Do you like that?”

  I shook my head but already more nut was draining from my balls into the base of my shaft and my cock was rock solid.

  Vanessa’s eyes narrowed at my denial. Her ass was bouncing off of my legs with each pump of my cock. “What if I told you about him?”

  “What?”

  “The guy I slept with. Do you want to hear about him? What it was like?”

  My eyes went wide. “What?!? No!”

  But I could only lie with my mouth.

  “I fucked him just like this, Richard,” she whispered.

  A third orgasm made me scream beneath her. The sweet release of pressure in my cock as it drained up into her cunt.

  Vanessa rode it out for me, then rode some more, until I was shaking beneath her. She flopped forward, her plush breasts pressing against my chest, staring at me with smiling eyes. “Richard?”

  “What?”

  “Maybe things will be just fine?”

  Chapter 3

  I slept because I was exhausted. I didn’t think I would. I thought I’d be up all night. But I slept. I slept in, in fact.

  By the time I came downstairs the boys were already getting on the bus with Vanessa waving at them from the door.

  I stood and watched her as she saw them off. The weight of what she’d done was still heavy on my heart but…I don’t know. I didn’t feel as lonely as I had right after she told me.

  Maybe things would be just fine.

  She waited until the bus had pulled away before she turned around to head back into the house. She stopped when she saw me, then smiled. Setting her coffee down on the counter, she sauntered over and wrapped her arms around my waist and looked up into my eyes. “Good morning.”

  Just like that. Like nothing had happened, like nothing had changed between us.

  Like she hadn’t fucked another guy.

  I had the thought and then a split-second later felt the now familiar slice of pain it brought.

  “What’s wrong?” Vanessa asked, scowling.

  I waited a moment. “You had sex with another man.”

  She seemed disappointed that I’d brought it up. “Do you want to talk about it some more?” she asked.

  I shook my head. “I didn’t really get the chance to talk about it at all. You did.” I didn’t mean for it to sound angry. It was just hard for something like that to sound like anything else.

  Vanessa’s eyes rounded into a sadness, making me feel guilt for making her feel bad.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t…”

  “No. I get it. You’re allowed to be mad. Come on. Let’s talk.”

  “I have to…I’m late. I should get to wo…”

  “Richard.” She tilted her head as if to say “seriously?” “Work can wait. This is us. Let’s talk.”

  Okay. She was right about that.

  So I sat down at the table and watched her pour me a coffee, then pick up her own and sit down. She took a sip, set her mug down and looked straight at me. “So talk.”

  Really? Just like that? “I…I don’t know what to say.”

  “How do you feel?” she asked. Vanessa had a way of getting straight to it.

  “Hurt.”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t do it to hurt you.”

  “But it did.”

  “I know. I even knew that when I was doing it.”

  “Why didn’t you tell m
e? Why did you take me upstairs and…and…”

  “And have sex with you?”

  “Yeah. That.”

  Vanessa sighed. “I was still wondering whether I was going to tell you at all or not.”

  That was like a punch in the gut. Would she really have kept it from me? Lived a lie?

  Maybe that would have been better?

  “You…you weren’t going to tell me?”

  Vanessa shrugged. “No, I think I always knew I was going to. I just…I wanted to…don’t get upset. I wanted to compare what it was like.”

  The wind sucked out of my lungs. “Compare?” I just managed to push the word out.

  Vanessa nodded. “Since I had just slept with someone I wanted to know. We hadn’t had sex in like, what, two weeks? I wanted to know if…”

  “If I was really as bad as you remembered?” I couldn’t believe I said it.

  Vanessa tilted her head and shot me a worried look. “Richard, it’s not that it’s bad.” She paused to think. “It’s just not great.”

  Wonderful. Just fucking wonderful.

  I sat there trying to force myself to breathe. It took a while. “And? With him…what was his name?”

  Vanessa gave me a pitiful look. “Do you really want to know his name?”

  My cock was already hardening from just talking about him. What was wrong with me? “I want to know his name.”

  “Thomas.”

  Thomas. Wham. Like a fist around my heart. “What…what was he like?”

  Vanessa’s eyes narrowed. “What is it?” she asked.

  “What is what?”

  “What is it about thinking about me with another man that turns you on?”

  I wanted to deny it. It seemed…wrong somehow, that I would be turned on by the thought. But there it was. My cock was rock hard. All it would have taken was for Vanessa to reach over and feel my lap.

  Besides, wasn’t it better to deal with this stuff head on?

  “I don’t know.”

  Vanessa studied me. “But it does? Thinking about me with another guy turns you on, right?” An edge of excitement had crept into her voice.

  I nodded.

  “Okay. He was kind of a jock.”

  Wham.

  Of course he was. What was it with her and guys like that? Chad and Steve had both been football players. Built like fridges and kind of mean. “Why?”

  She shrugged and this time looked contrite. “It’s the bad boy thing. Sometimes…sometimes you just want to be…”

  “Fucked rough?”

  Vanessa sat up a little straighter and her eyes darted away for a moment. Then she looked back at me and nodded. “Yeah.”

  Ouch.

  “And I…” Vanessa reached out and touched my arm. “You are the nicest guy I’ve ever known, Richard. I’m…I feel terrible for doing this to you.”

  We sat there like that for a time with her hand over mine, staring at each other as if that would help us figure this out.

  Waves of anger and resentment would get replaced by jealousy and that strange lust as I searched for something smart to say. “Where do we go from here?” was the best I could come up with.

  Vanessa let out a heavy sigh. “I…did you think about what I said last night?” she asked quietly.

  “I guess so. Which part?”

  She looked down at the table. “Richard, would you let me sleep with someone else every once in a while?” She raised her eyes to meet my stare.

  What in the actual… “Are you kidding me?”

  Vanessa shook her head.

  “You want my permission to…have an affair?” My jaw tightened.

  “Not have an affair, Richard. Just…”

  “Just a fuck.”

  Vanessa nodded. “Just a fuck.”

  Holy mother of sin I don’t know what surged through me at that moment. The thought of letting Vanessa, my wife, just go out and fuck someone because she needed something I wasn’t providing filled me with the most potent lust I’d ever known.

  I suddenly felt the incredible need to dominate her, to make her mine, to show her who she belonged to. An undistilled primal desire.

  I kicked my chair back and stood up.

  Vanessa gasped and pressed a hand against her chest. “Richard…”

  “Get on your knees.” I squeezed the words through clenched teeth.

  Vanessa’s eyes went wide and for the first time since she’d come home from the trade show I felt in control.

  My resolve faltered for the few seconds that she sat in her chair staring at me. I’d never done anything like this before and our relationship suddenly felt as if it had been turned upside down. But something told me that it needed that. If we were going to make it through what Vanessa had done things needed to change.

  I almost didn’t believe what I was seeing as I watched Vanessa slip off the chair and onto her knees. She reached for my belt buckle and tugged it open. She fumbled with my button, then undid the zipper and reached into my pants. “Is this what you want?” she whispered, staring into my eyes. “You want your wife to be your little slut? To give you whatever you want whenever you want it?”

  I was absolutely flabbergasted at her behavior but my cock was already half-hard. Had she been hiding this side of herself for our entire marriage? Was that possible? Had she been living a lie? What did that mean for us?

  As questions raced through my mind Vanessa dragged my now-hard cock along her cheek.

  I don’t know what possessed me to smack her hand away, grab my shaft and swing it against her face. It made a fat slap as my flesh connected with her cheek.

  Vanessa started to giggle, then laugh a little harder.

  I slapped her a few times on the forehead and she willingly kept her face exposed for me.

  “Oh Richard,” she purred, the last of her giggles dying away. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

  “Open your mouth.” There was a fire burning inside me the likes of which I’d never felt, prodding me to keep going with this tough guy act.

  As willingly as she’d sunk to her knees, Vanessa opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.

  It was the most lewd thing I’d ever seen her do and it made me so hard. I mashed my cock into her face.

  Vanessa had given me head before but I’d always been lying down with her in control on top of me.

  Now I was in charge. I dared to force my cock deep into her mouth, until I felt the back of her throat.

  Vanessa, to my surprise, took it without protest. My intrusion was welcomed with a guttural, gagging gurgle.

  For a moment I thought I’d gone to far. Then Vanessa looked up at me with those big, blue eyes, like she was asking “Is that all you’ve got?”

  I wondered if my whore wife had let Thomas fuck her like this. The thought sent a nice sizzle of jealous lust crackling down my spine. I put a hand on either side of her face and started to thrust.

  Vanessa behaved exactly as an obedient whore would. She kept her mouth open and ran her tongue side to side on the underside of my cock as I fucked her face.

  I found myself incredibly turned on and soon felt the tightness in my sack that meant I was about to come. Well, even I have my limits. As dominant and in control as I felt, I wasn’t about to choke Vanessa with a load of my cum. I began to pull out.

  Vanessa looked up at me with an almost frantic expression. Her hands shot up and gripped my ass.

  I couldn’t believe what she was doing. I squeezed my ass to try and keep myself from coming. “Honey, wait, I’m going to…” I grunted in one final attempt to remove myself from her mouth.

  But instead of popping off of me Vanessa opened her throat and impaled herself on my cock until her nose was touching my abdomen.

  As the first gush of semen rushed through my shaft, the silky wet muscles of her tight throat massaged the head of my cock, drawing the sperm out.

  I shook and groaned as my cock blasted seed deep into her throat.

  Vanessa held
on, staring me through one of the most intense orgasms of my life and drinking up my cum. Even after I’d emptied my load into her mouth she kept trying to swallow my cock, as if she hadn’t had enough. It was only after my cock had softened that she let up and pulled herself off.

  I stared, stunned, as she let my softening dick flop out of her mouth. Thick strands of cum and bile clung to the tip, forming a line to her lips. With her eyes still on me, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then stood up.

  I could smell the scent of my own cum on her breath, filthy and dank.

  “Richard,” she whispered, her eyes roaming down my body. “I really didn’t know you had it in you.” It was as if this was what she’d been looking for.

  Had I found the key to what was missing in our marriage? Me being a prick?

  “So what do you think? Do we have a deal?” she whispered, running her finger down my chest.

  “A deal? What are you talking about?”

  “You let me fuck someone else from time to time and I’ll be your obedient little slut. Ready and willing to do whatever you want. Any time.”

  The prospect of it was as tantalizing as it was terrifying. But somehow the excitement and fear it had aroused blotted out the jealousy and anger I felt. Other people lived these sorts of lives, didn’t they? Swinging and letting each other have sexual experiences outside of marriage.

  She’d already done it once. And she looked hungry for more. It seemed like there really was no way out.

  “Okay,” I said in a quiet, shaky voice. “But…just…anyone?”

  Vanessa looked up, contemplating the question. “Would you prefer I checked in with you first?”

  “I think so.”

  She smiled. “No problem. Now you better get to work. Darren’s not going to be very happy about how late you are.” Then she walked past me and up the stairs where she shut the bathroom door.

  With my mind still racing and my heart pounding in my chest, I stumbled out and into the car.

  Chapter 4

  As you can imagine I didn’t get very much work done that day.

  Darren was, in fact, slightly annoyed by my lateness but I didn’t really care. I spent most of the day in my cubicle staring at a CAD drawing of the building I was supposed to be working on. I didn’t do a lick of work.