Jessica

By Just Plain Bob

I never expected my life to turn out like it has.  How could I?  When I was growing up sex was everywhere.  Ads on TV, ads in the newspapers and magazines, on billboards and on the sides of buses.  Scantily clad ladies and buff guys all over the place.  Raunchy television shows and movies, magazines dedicated to the beautiful, sexy and famous people.  Sex education in the classrooms and guys trying to get in your pants as soon as puberty hit.  In my case it was even worse - my parents were swingers and even though they tried to hide it from me they were wasting their time.  You can’t hide anything from an inquisitive teenager.

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I fought off boys from the time I turned twelve until the time I finally gave it up at eighteen and discovered that I liked it.  Between the time I turned eighteen and the time I met my husband at twenty-two I’d had sexual relations with twenty-seven guys and I had loved every bit of it.  In fact, I was in a torrid relationship with Chad when I met Stan.  An introduction, a hello and a handshake and Chad was history.

Even though I fell head over heels in love with Stan and his finding his way between my legs was a sure thing I did make him work for it (I couldn’t let the man I intended to marry think I was easy, could I?).  It was three weeks and seven dates before he got his first hand job.  It took him six weeks to get his first blow job and three months before I opened my legs for him.

Speaking from a purely clinical standpoint the physical aspect of sex with Stan wasn’t any better than the sex I’d had with most of my other lovers and as a matter of fact three or four of them were much better in the sack than Stan.  What made sex better with Stan than any other sex I’d ever had was the emotional component - the love!  I adored the man.  I would have crawled through broken glass to get to him. When he asked me to marry him I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.  I of course said yes and we set a date six months away and we moved into an apartment together.

The six months leading up to the wedding were orgasmic bliss.  We had sex almost every day and that carried over into the honeymoon and after.  Six months after the wedding I became pregnant with Marsha and Stan and I still made love three or four times a week right up to my eighth month.  After Marsha was born and the doctor cleared me to have sex again Stan and I went right back to three, four and sometimes five times a week.

A year went by and then I was pregnant again with Alan.  Again it was three or four times a week right up to the eighth month.  Stan and I had decided that two kids were all we were going to have and so when Alan was born I had my tubes tied.  The seven weeks between Alan’s birth and the doctor telling me I could have a sex life again were pure agony. 

The day I was cleared I hurried home, took a shower, did my hair and got my make up just right and got ready to greet my hubby when he got home from work.  I got my mother to watch the kids for several hours and when Stan came through the front door he found me waiting in a lacy see thru teddy and a pair of high heels.

“Dinner may be a little later tonight Tiger, I thought we would go right to desert.”

Stan looked at me like I was from Mars and then said, “Don’t be silly Jessica, your tubes are tied.”

“What?  What the hell does that have to do with anything?”

“It means you can’t have babies anymore.”

“Again, what does that have to do with anything?”

“It means that we don’t have any reason anymore to engage in sex.”

“You’re joking right?”

“Why would I joke about that?  Now would you please get out of that getup and start dinner?  I’ll play with the babies until dinner is ready.”

“Then you will have to go over to my mother’s to get them.”

“Why are they over there?”

“Because I mistakenly assumed that on the day the doctor cleared me to have a sex life again you would like to have two or three uninterrupted hours with me.  And when you do get back from my mother’s you can fix your own damned dinner” and I stormed up to the bedroom and slammed the door behind me.

Was I mad?  No!  I was fucking furious!  The only reason for sex was to have babies?  God damn him!  I heard him leave to go get the kids and I sat there on the bed and fumed and the longer I sat the more pissed I got.  Finally I screamed out, “Fuck this shit” and took the teddy off, put on a skirt and sweater, grabbed my purse and keys and left the house.

I drove around for a while and ended up at Tony’s, an off campus bar I used to frequent when I was young and carefree.  I sat down at the bar and ordered a margarita.  As I sat there and sipped it I looked around the bar and saw a good half dozen hunky college boys casting sidelong glances at me and wondering what their chances were.  What they didn’t know was their chances would have been pretty damned good and if one of them had gotten up the nerve to try it was a damned good bet that he would have scored. 

I wondered if any of them could tell I had no bra or panties on.  I sat there in just skirt, sweater and high heels and felt like THE SLUT personified.  I remembered the last time I had been in there.  It had been the week before I’d met Chad and I’d had three really cute guys trying to hustle me.  After two hours of playing the game with them I made my choice - all three!

I got up from my seat and went over to their table.  Looking down on the three of them I said:

“Is one of you going to make a move anytime soon?”

“Actually” one of the guys said, “We have been sitting here arguing over who gets to be the guy to try.  We all want to be the one.”

“Let me help you out then.  I choose you” and I pointed at the one sitting closest to me and when he smiled I said, “And you and you” as I pointed at the other two.  They all smiled and started to get up.

“Whoa up there guys.  I’m a slut and I can be pretty easy sometimes, but we have some drinking, dancing and pool playing to do before we get to the main event.  And one other thing we need to get out of the way.  I don’t do gangbangs on car back seats and we can’t go to my room at the sorority house so where are we going to play?”

“My apartment is two blocks away,” said one of the guys.

“Outstanding.  I drink margaritas so order me up a couple while I’m dancing.  Who gets to dance with me first?”

It was my first foursome.  I had done a threesome a time or three, but had never done four.  We had gone to Wayne’s apartment and I had sucked each of the guys hard and then I had taken them on one at a time.  Half way through the third one (Tom) Mike had moved up to me so he could push his cock at my mouth and I opened up and swallowed him.  While I was sucking him to get him up again Tom blew his load in my pussy and Wayne moved up to take his place and he asked me if I did anal.

“If you have lots of lube and go real slow I will.”

He left and came back a minute later with a tube of KY Jelly, greased up his fingers and went to work on my butt.  He spent several minutes on it and by then I had Mike hard again.  I crawled up and settled down on his hard on and Wayne moved up behind me and began slowly working his cock into my butt hole.   I was almost lying on Mike’s chest and holding myself still as Wayne worked himself into me until he had all of his cock in me.  He slowly started fucking me until he felt me start to push my ass back at him and then he and Mike went to work trying to establish a rhythm.  It wasn’t easy and we never did get to where I was happy with it.  While I was being pushed and prodded between Mike and Wayne Tom presented his cock to my mouth and I took it in.  The whole experience was not all that bad, but I didn’t like it enough to ever try it again.

After we got the ‘airtight’ thing out of the way we settled in for a night of steady fucking and for two hours I had a cock in my pussy and a cock in my mouth.  I was one very satisfied lady when I left Wayne’s apartment.

“Another one?” the bartender said, pulling me out of my reverie.

“What?”

He pointed at my empty glass and said, “Another one?”

I was tempted.  A fresh drink and the way I felt I would probably leave the bar stool and go after one of the guys looking at me.  I wanted to, but I beat down the thought and got up to go home to my babies.

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When I got home Stan wanted to know where I’d been.

“Out.”

“Out where?”

“None of your fucking business.”

“What?  What did you just say to me?”

“I said NONE…OF…YOUR…FUCKING…BUSINESS!”

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“You are what is wrong with me Stan.  You know how much I love sex and how much I’ve waited for today and you all of a sudden unilaterally decide that my sex life is over?  Well fuck you!  If you can make important decisions like that without consulting me I can make unimportant decisions - like going out - without saying a god damned thing to you.

“Right now I’m too goddamned hot to sit down and discuss it with you, but since you have decided to make a major change I’m going to make a few.  I’m going to wait a few days and allow myself to cool off before I hit you with them, but I can tell you right now that you are not going to like them any more than I’m liking your ‘no sex’ dictum.  I’m sleeping in the spare bedroom.  Good night.”

I went into the spare bedroom and slammed the door.  Not a good move it turns out.  It woke up both babies and it took me an hour to get them back to sleep.

I lay there on the bed staring up at the ceiling and I knew what had happened.  Two weeks before Alan was born Stan’s old buddy George had moved back to town and had called Stan.  George was a bible thumping Born Again asshole and he had talked Stan into going to church with him a couple of times.  Stan started trying to get me to go to church with him and I refused.  I had no use for organized religion.  That fucking George and his fundamental religious beliefs had fucked up Stan’s head.

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I was feeding the babies the next morning when Stan came into the kitchen.  He mumbled a good morning and I ignored him.  The day was one of cleaning house and taking care of babies.  It was a Wednesday and now that the doctor had cleared me it was time to get back to my gym schedule. My normal schedule was Monday, Wednesday and Friday from two till four and then run home to fix dinner for Stan.  My mom, who only lived five blocks away came over and watched the kids for me on gym days.

My program was a simple one; fifteen minutes on the Stairmaster to get my heart rate up, forty-five minutes to an hour on the exercise machines and then the rest of the two hours doing laps in the pool.  It took me almost five months to get my body back after Marsha and everyone told me that it would take me half again as long after a second baby, but I would do it.  I was very happy with the way I looked when I was in shape and now, after what Stan pulled, I had even more reason to get my tight body back.

I had been on the Stairmaster for about five minutes when he came into the gym.  I couldn’t believe my eyes; it was Chad, my boyfriend when I met Stan.  I raised my hand to wave at him and before I could holler out, “Hey Chad, over here!” I realized my mistake.  He looked like Chad, same build, same wide shoulders and narrow waist, he even had the same shock of unruly blond hair, but it wasn’t Chad - just a twenty something year old look alike.  I watched him walk over to a machine and set up and damned if he didn’t walk like Chad.  As I watched him settle in and start his reps I thought back to the last time I had seen Chad.

It was the day after I’d met Stan and I was going to cut Chad loose.  I didn’t expect that it was going to be easy.  I was going to take him from four months of anytime, anywhere, fuck like sex crazed bunnies to goodbye in the space of three hours.  I decided that the way to do it was fuck his eyes out and leave him with no strength to argue, kiss him goodbye and leave.

Chad showed up at the sorority house to pick me up for our date and I told him that I really didn’t feel like going to the movies and that I wanted to go to his apartment.  I slid over next to him and started stroking his cock through his pants before he even pulled away from the curb.  If it had been a little darker I would have pulled his cock out and gone down on him while he drove, but even as big a slut as I could be I wouldn’t go stupid in broad daylight.  I contented myself with rubbing him through his pants.

Once at his apartment I stripped and helped him undress and then I knelt down in front of him.  He cupped my tits and pinched my nipples and I reached for his cock.  I took it in my hand and brought it to my mouth.  He groaned as I licked the head and then wrapped my lips around it.  I ran my tongue up and down the length of him and after a few minutes of that I took my hands off him, crawled on the bed and told him to fuck me.

“Not yet baby girl, not yet,” he said, and his mouth moved to my pussy. 

  I shivered as his tongue ran up and down my moist slit.  His fingers parted me and his tongue went searching for my clit.  One finger teased my ass as he sucked on my little man in the boat.  I grabbed his head as I shook and moaned and had an orgasm.

“Now baby, now,” I moaned, “I need it, I need you in me.”

He moved up and I took his cock in my hand and guided it into me.  I pushed my hips at him and he slid in.  “Fuck me” I moaned, “Oh God, please fuck me” and he began stroking his cock into me. 

It was lust, pure animal lust and that is how we treated it - we went at each other like animals.  He was slamming into me and I was grinding up at him.  My nails were clawing at his back and my heels were drumming on the backs of his legs.  All too soon I felt my climax start to build and just as it rushed toward me he moaned, “Oh God” and I felt his sperm boil out of his cock and splash over my insides.  I pulled his face to me and kissed him deeply as his cock lost its stiffness and he pulled out of me.

I slid down and took his cock in my mouth again.  I gave him the best head I was capable of and when he was erect again I mounted him and shoved myself down hard on him and moaned as his length drove up into me.  I rode him like there was no tomorrow and of course there wouldn’t be for him, but I was determined that he would never forget me.  I pushed myself hard until I felt an orgasm coming on and I rolled off him, spread my legs wide and pulled him on top of me.

“Fuck me!” I cried, “Fuck me hard” and I dug my nails in his ass cheeks and pulled him against me.  He drove himself into me and fucked me hard and fast and I had a screaming orgasm.  Seconds later Chad had his orgasm and he fell to the bed next to me breathing hard.  I reached down and fondled his limp cock and licked his ear and then whispered in it that I wasn’t done with him yet.

I got him up twice more before he couldn’t answer the call anymore and he said: 

“Wow babe, what got into you tonight?”

“I just wanted to make tonight special for you.”

“Why?  What’s the special occasion?”

“I’ve met the man I’m going to marry.”

The smile left his face and he looked at me for a moment before saying:

“And I’m guessing that it isn’t me.”

“Fraid not.”

“Well I do have to admit that I like the way you kiss a guy off.  If it doesn’t work out give me a call.”

I dressed, kissed him goodbye, and left.  I caught a cab back to the sorority house and as I rode I was working on my plans for snaring Stan.

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I had dinner ready for Stan when he got home that night.  He came into the kitchen all smiles and came over to kiss me and I turned my face away from him.  I ignored his attempts at conversation during dinner and busied myself with feeding my babies.  After dinner was over and I’d washed and put away the dishes I took Marsha and Alan and retired to the spare bedroom and played with them until it was time to put them to bed.  Once they were tucked in I grabbed a book and went back to the spare bedroom and read until it was time to turn out the light.

I didn’t sleep much.  All I thought about was Stan’s arbitrarily cutting off our love life.  How could he?  What made him think he could do it - impose it on me - without even talking to me about it.  It didn’t have to be this way.  He could have talked it over with me.  It wouldn’t have changed the way I felt about having no sex, but I would have had options.  I could have passed on having my tubes tied, which would have left open the option of having more babies.  Then I could have pressed Stan for one more child, a child we would never have because I would practice killer birth control, but we still would have been making love trying for a baby.  The major problem here was that I was hard-headed and as much as I loved and wanted Stan there was no way I was going to go without sex for the rest of my life.  There would be no “give” in that position.

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The next morning Stan didn’t even mumble a ‘good morning’ when he came into the kitchen, which suited me just fine.  I fed the babies, packed the diaper bags and then loaded Marsha and Alan into the car and headed out to a doctor’s appointment.  The trip to the doctor’s office took me through town and by the college campus.  As I drove down the street known as Fraternity Row I passed by the Pi Kappa Phi house and I remembered the last time I had been there. 

It had been the night that the Bears had beaten our arch rival 27-6 and the boys of Kappa Phi were having a victory party.  I was supposed to have a date with Jimmy Musard that night, but he had called and cancelled.  Nancy Wilde and Beverly Abbeg asked me if I’d like to go with them to the Kappa Phi party and having nothing better to do I said okay. 

It was your typical frat house kegger and the three of us girls no sooner walked in the door than the frat rats were after us.  You know how sharks smell out chum in the water and home in on it?  Frat boys are the same way when it comes to pussy.  Nancy and Bev were known sluts and I suppose that since I was with them I was tarred with the same brush.  As soon as the frat rats saw us they assumed it was feeding time and they moved in on us. 

I don’t know what Nancy and Bev were expecting out of the evening, but all I was looking for was a good time; some beer drinking and dancing and maybe smoke a little weed.  I didn’t see where Nancy and Bev disappeared to, but then I really didn’t care.  I’d been there about half an hour when Bert Ellsworth, a guy I’d dated a time or two, came up to me and asked me to dance.  After a couple of numbers he asked me if I'd like to share some smoke with him and we went outside and passed a joint back and forth.  More beer, more dancing, another shared joint and Bert and I were off in a corner necking.

 I’m not even sure how it happened, but Bert and I ended up in a bedroom upstairs.  He screwed me to a nice orgasm and had me close to a second one when he came.  I wanted that second orgasm so I pushed Bert down on his back, knelt over him and started to suck his cock to get him up again so he could get back to screwing me.  My head was bobbing up and down on Bert’s cock when hands gripped my hips and a cock poked into me from behind.  It was like an electric charge shot through me.  I didn’t even know who it was, but the combination of being close to orgasm and the eroticism of having an unknown cock plowing my pussy turned me on something fierce.

I concentrated on Bert’s cock only now instead of getting him up my new goal was to get him off while my unknown lover got me off.  My mouth was working on Bert and I was pushing my ass back at whoever it was who was fucking me.  The cock was slamming into me and I was moaning and mewling around the cock in my mouth and my body was trembling as I had one orgasm after another.  I had Bert’s nut sack in my right hand as I sucked his cock and I felt his nuts tighten up so I knew he was going to come.  I pushed my mouth as far onto his cock as I could go and clamped my lips tight and he let go.  I gulped and swallowed and while I was doing my best to get every last drop of cum out of Bert the unknown guy behind me blew his load in my pussy and withdrew.  I finished licking Bert’s cock clean and then looked behind me to see who had just enjoyed my body, but there was no one there.

I never did find out who it was that banged my box that night.

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When I got home from the doctor’s I put my babies down for a nap and then I went in the kitchen and poured myself a glass of white wine and sat down at the kitchen table and tried to figure out just what the hell had happened in Stan’s head.  The more I thought about it the angrier I got.  It just didn’t make sense.  If making babies was the only reason for having sex why did Stan keep having sex with me after I was already pregnant.  And Stan had kept fucking me while I was pregnant with Alan right up to the eighth month.

The next question was what the hell was I going to do about it?  By the time I was done with my second glass of wine I had boiled it down to three choices, none of them good.

Divorce Stan.

Cheat on Stan.

Live with it.

As I said, none of them good choices.  I would NOT live with it!  I liked sex and I was not going to live the rest of my life without it.  I found the idea of cheating to be morally repugnant so that left divorce.  Shed Stan and find another man.  The problem with that was that I loved the asshole.  He was a great guy, a great father and until the no sex announcement he had been a great husband.

I finished my wine (and my whine) and set to work cleaning the house.  I had dinner ready for Stan when he got home and as soon as he walked in the door I said:

“The kids are at my mother’s and I’ll pick them up on my way home.”

“Where are you going?”

“Out.”

“When will you be back?”

“When I get here.”

“Damn it Jess, what the hell has gotten into you?”

“It isn’t what’s gotten into me Stan, it is what isn’t getting into me.”

He was still trying to get his mind around that as I left.

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I had done what I usually did when I was down.  I called my best friend Amy and asked her to join me for a drink.  I could talk to Amy and sometimes after listening she said things that clarified things for me.  I met her at the Top Hat Lounge and we sat down in a booth, ordered from the cocktail waitress and then Amy said:

“Okay girlfriend, what has your panties in a twist this time?”

“Sex.”

“Sex?”

“Yep.  More specifically, a lack of it.” 

I told her what was going on and she shook her head in amazement.  “God sweetie, that is the last thing I would have ever thought of.  You without sex.  Wow.”  And then she giggled and I knew exactly what was going through her mind.  She was remembering the night we double dated and went to the drive in movies.  It was the only time in my life that I had sex with a guy because I was tired of trying to fight him off.

Amy had a hot romance going with Danny Pelson and they had a date for Friday night to go to the drive in.  Danny called her Thursday night and told her he had to cancel.  His cousin had just dropped in to visit.  Amy told him she would find a girl for his cousin and then they could double date Friday.  Danny said okay and Amy came looking for me.  I really wasn’t interested in a blind date, but Amy begged and pleaded with me and I finally broke down and agreed to be the cousin’s date.

The night didn’t start out bad.  Danny and his cousin Mark picked us up and took us to the Red Lobster for dinner.  Mark was a good looking guy and he was very personable and I began thinking that the evening would turn out to be okay.  After eating we drove to the drive in and got there twenty minutes before the move (Tammy and The Bachelor) was due to start.

Danny and Amy were in the front seat and Mark and I were in the back.  As soon as we were parked Danny and Amy slid together and started to make out.  While that is going on I’m in the back trying to make conversation with Mark, but he keeps glancing at the front seat and finally he figures that if Danny and Amy can make out, he can make out with me.

He slid over next to me and I made my first mistake of the night - I let him.  I figured what the hell, it’s only a kiss.  He was a good kisser so I let him kiss me again and then yet again.  Up in front Amy broke the kiss with Danny and her head disappeared and seconds later Danny moaned.  WHOA!  This sure wasn’t the Amy I knew so I moved forward and looked over the seat and saw Amy giving Danny a blow job.

 I was so stunned that I wasn’t paying attention to Mark and he got his hands up inside my sweater and unsnapped my bra.  I wasn’t even aware he’d done it until he started rolling my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger.  That got my attention and I moved back and reached to push his hand away and while my hands were doing that his other hand went up under my skirt.

“Stop that!” I snapped at him and dropped my hands to grab at his wrist and when I did that his other hand got busy on my breast again.  My hands were going back and forth and I wasn’t managing to stop anything.  I was saying:

“Stop that,” “Don’t do that,” “Quit that” and “damn it, get your hands off me” and he was just flat assed ignoring me.  I was just getting ready to double up my fist and smack him in the face when Amy said:

“Oh come on Jess, give him a taste.”

I turned and saw her looking over the front seat at me.  I had been stunned to see sweet, young, innocent and virginal Amy giving Danny a blow job and now I was again shocked to see her looking over the front seat looking at me and saying:

“Come on Jess, do him.  I want to watch you suck his cock.”

“Amy Joy, what in the hell has gotten into you?”

Just then she went, “Ooooooooooh” and then gasped, “Danny, Danny’s gotten into me, he’s in me right now.  Suck his cock Jess, let me watch you suck his cock while Danny fucks me.”

While that was going on Mark had unzipped himself and had taken out his cock.  He took hold of my wrist and moved my hand and put it on his cock and I jerked my eyes away from Amy and looked down at the biggest cock I had ever seen (and by that point in my life I had seen several).  I found out later that it was eight 1/2 inches long, but it wasn’t the length - it was the girth!  It was as big around as my wrist.  I stared at it dumb-founded as Amy, being fucked by Danny, was moaning in my ear:

“Suck it Jess, let me see you suck it.”

I gave up fighting.

“Go on Jess,” Amy moaned, “Suck his cock for me girlfriend, show me how you do it.”

I had my fingers wrapped around Mark’s cock and I was staring at it when Amy put a hand on the back of my head and gently pushed down as she crooned in my ear:

“Do it Jess, do it.”

I opened my mouth and my tongue licked out at the large head and then I licked his cock from the head to his balls and back.  It was a fat cock, but I was still able to get it in my mouth, although not very far.  I wasn’t going to be able to give anything that large a really good blow job so I decided that the way to go was to fuck his cock with my mouth.  I clamped my lips tight around the shaft and then started moving my head back and forth.  What I was doing was jacking him off with my mouth.

“Oh yeah, suck him Jess, make him cum” Amy crooned in my ear and I took his ball sack in one hand and fondled him.  After several minutes I felt his balls tighten up and I pulled my mouth off his cock, grabbed a handful of Amy’s hair and pulled her close to Mark’s cock.  I wrapped the other hand around Mark’s cock and beat him off and was rewarded by a spurt of cum that arched out from the head of Mark’s cock and hit Amy right in her left eye.   I smiled at Amy and then I bent to lick Mark’s cock clean.

I was surprised how quickly he responded to my tongue.  He was up and hard in minutes and I squirmed under him, spread my legs and waited.  He wasted no time in working his cock into me and when he was all the way in he stared fucking me hard.  God did I ever feel full.  I’ve read about other women fucking large cocks and saying that buttons got pushed that they never even knew they had, but all I felt was stuffed.  Well, any fuck is a good fuck, for me anyway, and I pushed back up at him and worked my pussy to give me the maximum amount of orgasms. Amy had her head almost in my crotch as she watched the large cock pound into me.  I heard her scream when Danny gave her her own orgasm and seconds later I had one as Mark pumped his load into me.                                    

I lay there looking up at Mark, breathing hard and I heard Amy say, “You want to trade Jess?  You want to come up here with Danny and let me come back there?”

Danny snapped, “Oh no you don’t!”

I snapped out of my memory trance to see Amy looking at me and I said:

“Wipe that smile off your face you slut.”

“Well, you do have to admit t was an interesting night.”

“Did you ever get over Danny not letting you have a taste of Mark?”

“Oh I had my taste of Mark.  That’s why Danny broke up with me.  He came back to his apartment early and caught us.”

“You slut you!  And you never told me?”

“I was too embarrassed.  So, what are you going to do about your problem?”

I told her the three choices I’d come up with and why I couldn’t handle going without and why I wouldn’t cheat.

“So my only viable option is divorce.”

“Not necessarily.  There is another option.”

“What?”

“Give Stan a choice.  Tell him where you are coming from - that you refuse to live a sexless life - and that he has a choice.  He can accept a divorce or agree let you have sex outside the marriage.”

“He would never go for that.”

“What do you have to lose?”

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The next night at dinner I told Stan that as soon as the kids were put to bed we would have a talk; or more to the point, I was going to talk and he was going to listen.

“I’m not liking your attitude Jess.”

“And you are going to like what I have to say even less.”

“Maybe we need to put this talk off until you get in a better mood.”

“Nope.  I get it off my chest tonight and you get to make a decision by Sunday night.”

“Sunday night?  What do I have to make a decision by Sunday night?”

“Because that is the deadline I’m going to give you.  Make yourself a stiff drink while I put the kids to bed.”

Half an hour later I joined Stan in the kitchen and cut right to the chase.  “You arbitrarily decided that we would no longer have a sex life and that is unacceptable to me. Your action forces me to decide among three choices, do without sex for the rest of my life, cheat on you or divorce you and find another man to live out my life with.  Looking at those choices I can eliminate two right away.  I will not, repeat - will not! - live a sexless life.  Also, I will not cheat on you.  That means the only option left open to me is divorce and getting on with my life.”

I saw alarm register on his face and I said, “I don’t want a divorce because I love you, but something has to be done.  There is another option available.  It is a little extreme, but it might work.  We can stay together and raise the children together, but just as you have made it clear that being with you means no sex, you need to be aware that if we stay together you can expect to be cuckolded on a semi-regular basis.”

“What are you saying?”

“Simple Stan.  Divorce or live with me knowing that, with your permission, I’m going out looking to get laid two or three times a week.”

“With my permission?  Are you crazy?”

“Not in the least.  Here” I said as I handed him a piece of paper.

“What’s this?”

“A paper I made up for you to sign.  It states that since you will no longer have sexually relations with me I am free, without fear of reprisal on your part, to have sex outside the marriage.  You have two choices Stan.  Sign the paper or be divorced.  I’ll give you until Monday morning to make a decision.  If I don’t have that signed paper in my hand when you leave for work Monday morning I’ll be sipping my morning coffee while I look through the Yellow Pages for a divorce attorney.”

“Damn it Jessica, you can’t just dump this on me.”

“Sure I can Stan, just like you dumped the ‘no sex’ on me.  Monday morning Stan” and I got up and left him sitting at the kitchen table.

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Saturday and Sunday I busied myself with my babies and household chores and Stan pretty much stayed away from me.  He still hadn’t indicated which way he was going to jump, but knowing Stan the way I did I was almost certain that he would never sign that paper.  But as Amy had said what did I have to lose by trying.  The answer to that of course was ‘nothing’.

 Dinner Sunday was a quiet affair, as had been all meals since Stan hit me with his pronouncement, and after dinner I played with my babies for a while before putting them to bed.  I took my book and headed for the spare bedroom, but I couldn’t concentrate on the book.  All I could think of was an impending divorce that I didn’t want, but couldn’t see a way out of.  At ten I put the book down and turned out the light and then I lay there and stared up at the ceiling until I fell asleep.

Something woke me up and I looked over at the bedside clock and saw that it was midnight.  Out of the darkness Stan’s voice came to me:

“I can’t do it Jessica, I can’t lose you.”

I felt his weight settle on the bed and I opened my arms to him.