A story by Just Plain Bob

I watched the muscles ripple on his back as he bent to pick his trousers up from the floor.  He looked over at me, still on the bed, leaning on an elbow and watching him dress and he smiled at me.  I watched him tuck his shrunken cock into his jockey shorts and wished that I had been able to get it up one more time.  Call me Little Miss Greedy Guts since I had already managed to get four times out of him.  No, make that Mrs. Greedy Guts.  He finished dressing, came over, bent down and kissed me and asked:

 “Thursday?”

 “Wouldn’t miss it for the World” I said and as soon as the motel door closed behind him I sat up and got off the bed.  I went to my travel case and got out the Massengill Vinegar and Water douche and my douche bag and headed for the bathroom.  Thirty minutes later, showered, douched and dressed in jeans, sweatshirt and tennis shoes I left the motel room, got in my car and drove to the gym.

My gym membership included a locker and I put my travel case and the shoulder bag holding the garter belt, nylons and high heels in the locker, locked it and headed for home.  As I drove I ran through my mental check list.  Nothing in the car he could find if he went looking.  The fresh smell of soap and shampoo explained away by my showering after my gym work out.  The phone calls arranging the time and place (never the same place twice in a row) made from the pay phone at the 7-11.  Satisfied that there wasn’t anything to trip me up I turned on the radio and listened to what Ed Schultz had to say on Air America radio.

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I was in the kitchen stirring the sauce for the linguini when he got home.  He walked into the kitchen, walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek and asked me what was for dinner.

“Linguini with Alfredo sauce, garlic bread and I’ve opened a bottle of Chianti to give it some time to breathe.”

“How long until dinner?”

“About fifteen minutes.”

“I’ll be in the den going over some papers.”

Of course you will, I thought, where else would you be.  It’s where you spend every waking hour when you aren’t at work.

Breakfast and dinner were the two times during the day when he made an attempt to pretend he cared about me and what I did.  “How was your day?” he asked as he topped off his glass with Chianti.

“It was okay.  There really isn’t a whole lot to keep me busy with the kids gone.  Not that I’m complaining of course.  I think that it is great that your mom and dad wanted to take them to Yellowstone and to see Mount Rushmore and truth be told I do need a break from time to time.  But with them gone it leaves me with a lot of empty time on my hands to try and fill.  I had a very good work out today.  The rest of the time I spent cleaning house.”

“I sometimes think that you spend too much time at that gym.  You can overdo things you know.”

“I don’t know if you have ever noticed it or not, but the next time you go to the doctor’s office and they weight you on the scale read the message in the frame on the wall just above the scale.”

“Why?  What does it say?”

“It says, “Those who can not find time for exercise will sooner or later have to find time for illness.”  I’m in the best shape of my life.  I’m as healthy as a horse and I owe it all to my exercising.”

She smiled to herself as she thought, “Both at the gym and at other places” as the memories of that afternoon’s activities came back to her.

“I still think you spend too much time there.”

I wanted to say that it wouldn’t hurt him any to spend a little time there - get rid of that pot belly - but I knew if I said anything I’d be beating a dead horse.  I knew all the excuses by heart.  “I don’t have the time to waste on things like that.”  “I don’t need it; I’m in better shape than half of the men my age.”  “I have more important things to do with my time.”

Yeah, I thought, like sitting in your den pretending to do work you brought home while what you are really doing is visiting porn sites on your computer.

After dinner he disappeared into his den again leaving me to do the dishes and clean up the kitchen.  When that was done I dropped in front of the TV set and watched NCIS.  I liked that show because I can identify with the characters.  I’ve known obnoxious assholes like Tony and I went to school with guys just like McGee.  I even have a girlfriend who is just as Goth as Abby.  And I think that Mark Harmon is a hunk!  When the program was over I grabbed the Randy Wayne White novel I was reading (“Dark Light”) and headed for bed. 

I put on a sexy black peignoir just in case he wanted to play when he came to bed.  I never refused and I always made it available, but I had long given up going after it.  He had more excuses as to why he wasn’t up to it than the most frigid woman on her worst day.  I’ve never understood it.  Not to bang my own drum, but  I know I’m a great looking, desirable woman and I can’t understand why he would rather be in his den, sitting in front of his computer, looking at porn and fisting himself than being in bed with me and enjoying the real thing.  No matter.  If he didn’t want it I knew plenty who did.

I managed to get sixty pages or so done before I got drowsy.  I put the book down, turned out the light and I was asleep before he came to bed.

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The next morning the alarm went off at six and he lumbered out of bed and into the shower.  I stretched and debated on just laying there, but of course I didn’t.  I did what I had done every day of our ten year marriage and I got out of bed and went down to the kitchen and put the coffee on and fixed his breakfast.  I used to pack him a lunch, but now days, being that he was a big time divisional manager, he didn’t take a lunch.

As he sipped his coffee he asked, “What do you have planned for today?”

“I’ve got laundry to do and since the kids should be home the day after tomorrow I’ll need to get some grocery shopping done.  I’ll probably hit the gym for a work out and then spend my afternoon watching the ‘soaps’ or Jerry Springer.”

“I don’t see how anyone as intelligent as you are can watch that drivel.”

“It is all I have to do to fill my time since you won’t let me go back to work.”

“Don’t start on that again.  I make more than enough to take care of this family and it is important that the kids have a stay at home mom.”

“The kids are in school all day.  I don’t need to be here for that.”

“We have already had this discussion.  In fact, we have had it too many times.  Let it be.”

I really didn’t want to go back to work, but once in a while it does me good to pull his chain.  A year ago I wanted desperately to go back to work -- anything to get me out of the house -- but that was then.  I had too much going on during the day now to want to ruin it by going back to work.

As soon as he left for work I pulled on a tank top, a pair of shorts and slipped into a pair of flip flops.  I drove the eight miles to the 7-11 and used the pay phone.  He sounded asleep when he answered the phone.  “Hello?”

“Good morning sunshine.  Are we still on for today?”

“You have to ask?”

“A girl likes to be sure.  Where and when?”

“The Super 8 on Wilcox?”

“No, we used that one last Friday.  We need something new.  How about the Best Western on Madison?  We haven’t been there in a while.  What time?”

“How about we make it at eleven?”

“That will work sweetie.  See you there.”

Back to the house where I made sure that my cell phone was charged and then I grabbed a short skirt and a low-cut blouse and stuffed them into a Wal-Mart bag and headed for the gym.  Once at the gym I ran my regular routine; twenty minutes on the treadmill to get my heart rate up, one circuit on the machines, twenty-five minutes on the Stairmaster and then a long, hot shower.  Nylons, garter belt and heels were already in my locker so I put them on, slipped into the skirt and blouse and headed for the Best Western. 

As I drove I paid close attention to the cars behind me and several times I made sudden turns and quick stops to see if anyone was following me.  Satisfied that no one was I continued on to the Best Western. 

I was sitting there when he pulled in and I saw him glance my way.  He went in, got a room and then came out, got in his car and drove to the north end of the building where he parked, got out of the car and went inside.  I waited a couple of minutes and then I got out of my car and entered the south end of the building and walked down the hall until I came to an open door.  I looked inside and saw him smiling as he waited for me.  I entered the room, pushed the door closed behind me and he stepped forward, took me in his arms and kissed me.  He stepped back and said:

“I swear, you look sexier and more fuckable every time I see you.”

“You keep talking like that and I may just have to rip your clothes off of you and punish you.”

“Oh no, not that, anything but that.”

I stepped forward and kissed him and reached for his belt.  I unbuckled it, unbuttoned the top button of his trousers and then pulled down the zipper.  His boxer’s were already tented as I reached inside and wrapped my hand around his hardness.  I looked up at him and smiled.

“Can I have it?”

“I don’t know.  Are you going to hurt it?”

“I might heat it up a bit, but I don’t think that will cause you any great discomfort.”

“Please be gentle.”

I giggled as I said, “I will” and then I took him in my mouth. 

It was a very active three hours and I was thoroughly satisfied when I had to call it quits.

“When can we do this again?” he asked as he dressed.

“I have something going on Thursday, but I could make it Friday.”

“I don’t know if I have anything going on Friday or not, but if I do I’ll change it.  Any preference for time and place?”

“Same time would be good and for place how about the Holiday Express at Butler and Mason?”

He bent down and kissed me, told me he would see me there and then he left.  I douched, showered and then drove back to the gym and put my things in my locker.  I hit the Wal-Mart Super Center on Billings to do my grocery shopping and then I went home.

I got two loads of washing done before it was time to start dinner and I had them folded and on the stairs where he could see them when he got home.  I needed for him to have visual proof that his little wifey was busy being domestic.  As I cut the vegetables for the tossed salad I thought back over the week so far.  John on Monday, Barry on Tuesday and Brandon again that afternoon.  I had Thursday and Friday covered, but there wasn’t any damned way that I could make something happen on the weekends.  He would be around all weekend and even if he wasn’t normally the kids would be.

“Honey, I’m home” he called out as he came in the front door.  “I’m in the kitchen sweetie” I called back and then he came in the kitchen and began the ritual.  He walked over, kissed me on the cheek and asked me what was for dinner.  I told him and he asked how long until it would be ready and I told him and then he told me he would be in the den going over some papers he’d brought home from work and to call him when dinner was ready.  It was the same every night.  I don’t know why he even bothered.  He could just come in the front door, holler out he was home and go straight to the den and wait for me to come get him when the food was on the table.

I finished dinner, put it on the table and went to get him.  Dinner conversation was the usual. “How was your day” stuff.  I told him that I’d had a good workout; got a really good deal on some steaks and suggested that we invite his sister Millie and her husband Tom over for a barbecue on either Saturday or Sunday.

“I mentioned it to Millie and she thought it was a nice idea.”

“When did you talk to Millie?”

“This afternoon.  She called and wanted to know if I felt up to going out with her, Marge Holbrook and Nancy Neubert for a few drinks.”

“You going?”

“Of course not.  You know how I feel about those girls night out things.”

“You should go.  You need to get out of the house for more than going to the gym and grocery shopping.”

“I’m just not comfortable with all the guys hitting on me, buying me drinks and trying to get me on the dance floor where they can cop cheap feels and try to talk me into leaving with them.”

“Can’t blame them.  You are a very good looking woman.”

“I’m also a married woman and my rings are right there on display.  What kind of creep tries to pick up a married woman and how could I enjoy dancing with a guy I think is a creep?”

“Suit yourself, but it would give you something to do.  I’m going to be in the den working on the Patterson proposal.  I have to be ready to submit it by the middle of the week.  No sense in you sitting on the couch in front of the TV when you could be out talking with your friends.”

“I’ll pass sweetie.  I’ll wait until you can take me out.”

Which was just so much bullshit!  I would have loved to go out on a girl’s night out with Millie and the others.  I would almost certainly end up on some guy’s back seat and I get a tremendous charge out of doing some guy in a parking lot.  Just the thought of it was deliciously wicked, but girl’s nights out were to be avoided as sooner or later they almost always caused the husband to become suspicious.  Millie had warned me on that.  Millie is as big a slut as I am.  I learned all about slutting around as a married woman from Millie.  Never use your own house.  Never use the same motel or hotel twice in a row.  Never go to your hubby with any trace of the other guys stuff still in you.  Don’t change your sexual habits at home; do not increase OR decrease the level of sex.  No phone calls to the house or from the house and don’t use your cell phone because the numbers called will always be on the monthly statement.  Don’t fuck friends or men that your husband knows.  Never, never, ever let any of your lovers know where you live.  Avoid girl’s nights out.  An occasional one is okay, but hold it to a couple a year with several months between them and always --ALWAYS -- with women your husband knows, likes and wouldn’t suspect -- like his sister Millie.

And there were a bunch more, like even though hubby doesn’t look suspicious it doesn’t mean that he isn’t.  So always watch your six (Millie got that from her husband who had been a fighter pilot) and make sure that you aren’t being followed.  All words to live by.

Dinner over he disappeared into his cave and I did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen.  As I worked I thought back to the night that I discovered that Millie and I were sisters under the skin.  Hubby was out of town on business and I had gone to a party with a guy that I had met at the gym.  I went to the party knowing full well that I was going to be fucked.  Things had not been going well in my marriage, at least not from a sexual standpoint, and I was ready for a hard cock.  It would be my first time being unfaithful, but I was climbing walls and I intended that my itch was going to be scratched.

An hour into the party the guy, I couldn’t even remember his name, led me into a bedroom that had a king-sized bed and we had gotten it on.  After he came the first time I sucked him hard again and had climbed on top of him.  I was fucking him reverse cowgirl when the door opened up and Millie came into the room with a man who was not her husband.  There was no mistake as to what Millie intended to do as she had her hand around the man’s cock and was using it as a leash to pull him along behind her.  We had stared at each other for several very long seconds and then Millie had said:

“That’s a king-sized bed; can we share it?”

Without waiting for an answer she and her stud had gotten on the bed with me and my guy and without once ever acknowledging that we knew each other we spent the next hour fucking our guys next to each other and then without a word being spoken between us we had swapped partners.

I couldn’t believe it!  On the other side of town where I rarely ever went and in a house that I had never been in before my sister in law walks in on me cheating on her brother.  What are the odds on that?

Millie had finished off her guy and had swung off the bed saying, “Got to go kiddies; have to beat hubby home” and then she was gone leaving me with two guys who were not ready to quit and who didn’t bother to ask me if I was.  It was the first time in over ten years that I had been with two guys.  The last time was the day before I met my husband.  Alice Gaynor and I had been out on a double date with a couple of guys from our Managerial Economics class.

 We had been to a frat party and had been drinking before the guy driving took us out to Stevens Point and parked.  Alice was on the front seat on her knees and elbows and was groaning as her date plunged into her from behind.  I was on the back seat with my legs in the air as my guy banged me.  Then Alice passed out and her date decided to join me and mine.  I didn’t care.  I was a round-heeled slut and fucked anybody who could show me a stiff cock. Two guys weren’t nothing to a girl who had done frat house gangbangs.  If you got me to say yes to a date you were going to get laid and I never said no when asked. 

That all stopped the day after I met my husband to be.  As soon as I saw him I knew that he was the one.  He was the one I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with.  It was like a switch had been thrown.  One second I was fucking anyone with a hard cock and the next I was celibate.  Hubby was a shy guy and didn’t believe in pre-marital sex so I went nine months with nothing but hugs and kisses.  Thank God hubby really got into sex after we were married.  Unfortunately, after about seven years and three promotions his career started taking up most of his time and by the time I went with the guy from the gym to the house where I found out that Millie was as big a slut as I was our sex life had dropped off to about once every three months or so.

I tried.  I really really tried to make things happen, but he just didn’t have time for me.  A couple of hundred dollars worth of sexy lingerie didn’t help, but I kept trying right up till the night when I reached for his cock and he pushed my hand away and said:

“Not tonight dear; I just don’t feel like it.”

Three days later he went on a business trip, I went to a party and now I’m a slut again.  I never really realized how much I missed it until that night when Millie left me with two hard cocks to play with.

The next morning she called me and when I answered she said, “Good morning slut sister” and since then we have spent many a time sharing a bed and swapping partners.  I’m looking forward to next week.  Hubby will be gone on a business trip and Millie’s hubby will be off doing his two weeks of summer reserve training.  Millie asked me if I was up for a gangbang and I’m considering it -- seriously considering it.

Wednesday night was a dead night on TV as far as I was concerned so I got my book and settled down on the couch to read.  I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew he was shaking me to wake me up.  I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost ten-thirty.  I went upstairs, took off all my clothes and decided that I would sleep naked that night.  I was standing there nude when he came into the bedroom and he didn’t even look at me.  He just climbed into bed and turned off the light on the bedside stand.  I sometimes think that if it weren’t for the kids I’d walk away.  I love him; God knows that I love him as much or more now than I did the day I met him, but it all seems like such a waste.

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The taste of Barry’s juices mixed with mine was in my mouth as I sucked his cock to get him ready for another round.  He was just starting to expand when my cell phone rang.  I stood up and got it out of my purse and saw that it was my husband calling.  I let the call go to voicemail and got back on the bed on my knees and elbows and Barry slid his cock into me as I listened to the voicemail.  Hubby wanted me to call him as soon as possible.  I rarely got a call like that from him so I hit his speed dial number.  Barry was fucking me hard when my husband answered.

“Where are you” he wanted to know.

“I’m at the gym exercising, why?”

“You didn’t answer right away like you usually do.”

“My phone was in my gym bag and it takes a little time to get off the machine and get it.”

“The machine?”

“The Stairmaster.  It’s the one that helps me keep my nice tight ass.”

“You sound like you are breathing hard.”

“It goes with exercising.  I’m in the middle of a good workout.”

Barry slowed down his strokes so I could talk without grunting as he pushed his pole deep into me.

“The reason I called was that my parents just called me.  They want to keep the kids a little longer.  They are at Mount Rushmore and they think it would be a shame not to go down to the Grand Canyon since they are already half way there.  I told mom I would ask you.”

“Well, I do miss them” I said as I pushed back onto Barry’s cock and he reached under me and started tweaking my nipples, ‘but I don’t know that you and I would ever take them to the Grand Canyon so it might be their only chance.  It is okay with me if it is okay with you.”

“I’ll call mom and tell her.  See you tonight.”

As he disconnected I pushed back hard at Barry and asked him to fuck me harder.  He did.  Two more times in fact and I would have loved to gone once or twice more if I could get Barry up for it, but one of the cheating no-nos is coming home late and running in out of breath to start dinner.  You always -- always-- had to allow for the fact that your significant other may come home early.

I told Barry I’d call him to set up the next time and after he left I followed my routine of showering, douching and stopping by the gym to put my ‘slut kit’ in my locker.

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I was mashing the potatoes and thinking of the fucking I was going to get at the Holiday Inn Express the next morning when I heard the front door open and “Honey, I’m home.”  He came into the kitchen and kissed me on the cheek and asked me what was for dinner.  I told him and expected him to go into his den, but he surprised me and sat down at the kitchen table.  He watched me work on dinner for a couple of minutes without saying anything and then he stood up and said:

“I’m going to make me a drink.  You want one?”

I said no thanks and watched him out of the corner of my eye.  I was nervous.  Did the change in routine have anything to do with me?  Had I somehow slipped up and given him something to go on?  He got his drink and sat down and a minute or so later I put dinner on the table.  He was silent as we ate.  I didn’t get the usual, “And how was your day?”  Was it because he already knew about my day?  I had to force myself to eat and act normal.

When the meal was over and I started to get up to clear the table he said, “Leave it.  We need to talk.”

“Oh my God,” I thought, “he knows.”  I sat there and waited for the axe to fall.

“Things have not been going well for us for a while, especially in the bedroom.  I suppose we should have had this talk as soon as I found out, but I had hoped that it was just going to be something that wouldn’t last; something that would stop and go away.  But it didn’t stop and it didn’t go away, it just kept on.”

I started to say that I was sorry and couldn’t help it, but he held up his hand to stop me and told me to let him finish.  “I’ve known about it for nine months now and I should have faced up to it right away, but I didn’t.”  He stopped talking and looked at me and I shriveled up inside and I was on the verge of breaking out in tears and running from the room when he said:

“The reason we haven’t been making love is because I can’t.  I have what the doctors are calling acute erectile dysfunction.  In short, I can’t get it up.  I have tried Viagra, Levitra, Cialis and none of them work for me. I’ve even gotten on the Internet and gone looking for way out porn to see if it would turn me on enough to get me up. The doctors have thrown up their hands and have suggested that maybe the problem is mental and they have suggested that I see an analyst.”

He didn’t know!  Thank God I thought as I tried to get my heart back to beating normally.

“I know the last nine months have been hard on you and I kept putting off talking to you about the problem thinking that in one or two more weeks the doctors would find the problem and fix it.  Now that they have finally admitted defeat and suggested that the problem could be mental I have to tell you about it since it could be another nine months or longer.  I can’t do that to you.  I can’t make a woman with a sex drive as large as yours go another nine months without sex.  I want you to find another man to have sex with.”

I sat there staring at him and stunned into silence.  Finally, in a voice loaded with disbelief I said:

“You can’t be serious.”

“I’m dead serious.  Random lovers or a steady boyfriend, it doesn’t matter.  Just take care of yourself.”

“I couldn’t do something like that?”

“Sure you can.  In fact, given your past, I’m surprised that you haven’t done something like that already.”

“What do you mean, “Given my past?”

“Oh come on now.  Surely you didn’t think that I didn’t know about how you were when I met you?”

I guess the look on my face showed that I did indeed think he didn’t know and he said, “Half the people who knew us both told me that I was making a mistake in marrying the campus whore and a good many of them took great glee in telling me of your many exploits.”

I didn’t say anything -- I couldn’t! -- I was too stunned by the turn of events and he went on.  “That you could just go cold turkey and stop because of me was the most amazing thing that I had ever seen.  You need to let that part of yourself out of its cage.  Get your needs taken care of.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything, just go do it.  Call Millie and tell her you changed your mind and you will join her for a girls night out.”

“Oh sure!  Go out with your sister and pick up a guy in front of her.  I can just see that happening.”

“Why not?  She won’t say anything.”

“She’s your sister!”

“She is also as big a slut now as you ever were before you met me.  And what is more, you know it!  You think I don’t understand why you don’t like going out with Millie?  You think I couldn’t figure out that it is because you either don’t want to be tempted or that you didn’t want to be reminded?  I know what Millie does when she goes out with the girls.  Everybody knows.  Everybody but Tom, but then again maybe he does know and he doesn’t care.  Just go out and enjoy yourself.  It doesn’t need to be with Millie, I only suggested her because I know when she goes out she goes where the guys are.  Do it however you want.”

“What about us?  What will it do to our marriage?  How will you be able to stand looking at me after I go out and do it?  Could you really live with a cheating wife?”

“First of all, you wouldn’t be cheating.  Cheating is sneaking around and hiding it.  I’m saying that it is okay so it isn’t cheating.  Think of it as us having an open relationship.  As for what it will do to us and our marriage could it be any worse than what we have right now?  I go hide in my den so I don’t have to face you and you are irritable all the time and ready to climb walls.  I’m telling you to do it as a way to try and keep you. 

“I just can’t let things stay the way they are until you finally couldn’t take it any more and started cheating on me.  That would open all sorts of doors that I wouldn’t want opened.  What if you started feeling guilty and couldn’t face me any more?  What if you developed a relationship with the guy you were cheating with and left me for him?  There are a whole bunch of what ifs that I don’t even want to contemplate.  I’m gambling here honey.  I’m gambling that by giving you permission and letting you know that it is okay with me that you will enjoy yourself and then come home to me.  I’m gambling that you will stop when my problem is fixed just like you stopped when you first met me.”

He stopped and was silent for a minute and then he said, “It is your choice honey.  I can’t help you now and I don’t know when I will be able too.  I don’t want you suffering because of my condition and I don’t want to lose you because of it either.  If you do decide to do it I do have a couple of conditions.  No one we know, never here at the house and I don’t want to hear about the details.  Again, it is up to you.  Think about it.  I’ve got some work to do in the den.”

He stood up, leaned down and kissed me and then went to the den.  I watched him walk out of the kitchen and my mind was abuzz with thoughts.  The erectile dysfunction explained a lot, but one question was did he know and was his little talk just a way of letting me off the hook?  Was it his way of accepting something that was already a done deal or did he not really know and he really did want me to take care of myself?  Could I face him with him knowing that I had been with another man?  Even though he said I could do it, how would he look at me when I came home from doing it?  Even though he did tell me it was okay did he really mean it or was he telling me that to ease his mind over not taking care of me and all the while hoping that I would not take him up on his offer?  Was it some sort of test to see what I would do or say?

When I got up from the table to do the dishes the only thing I knew for sure was that I had no clue as to how to handle the situation.  The dishes done and put away I tried to watch television, but I just couldn’t seem to get into anything.  I tried reading my book, but it couldn’t hold my attention.  I just couldn’t get the conversation that I’d just had with my husband out of my mind.

I loved the man.  I really did and I did not want to lose him which is why I went to such great lengths to make sure that he would never know about my sex partners and yet here he was telling me to go and do it.  No matter how I looked at it it boiled down to two things:  1) Did he really mean it and 2) Could he handle it if I did do it?  The only way to find out was to do it and see what happened.  But what if he really didn’t mean it?  What if he really did mean it, but couldn’t handle it if I did do it?  And another big what if.  What if they never got his problem taken care of? 

Everything was still rolling over in my mind when I reached for the phone and called Millie.  That done, I took my book and went up to bed to try and read and I was asleep when he came to bed.

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I was busy making breakfast when he came into the kitchen with the morning paper.  He got a cup of coffee out of the pot I’d just made and then sat down for his morning ritual.  First he would read the business section and then go to the editorial page and follow that up with sports.  Sports out of the way he would go through the rest of the paper leaving the comics for last.  He was on his second cup of coffee when I set his breakfast down in front of him and said:

“You are on your own tonight.  I called Millie and told her that I would go out with her and the other girls.  There are plenty of leftovers in the fridge.”

“I’ll probably eat out.”

“I have no idea what time I will be home.”

“No matter.  Just have a good time and enjoy yourself.”

I had made a decision of sorts as I worked on breakfast.  I decided that I would not tell him.  I would go out with Millie and if I scored (not that I had any doubt) I wouldn’t say a word about it when I got home and then see how he behaved.  If I perceived that he wasn’t taking it well I would say that nothing happened, that I just couldn’t see my way clear to doing it and that all I had done was dance with some guys and let them buy me drinks.  If, on the other hand, he took it well I would only say that I’d had a nice time.  And even if he took it well I would never let him know how I filled my days.  If he somehow ever found out I’d remind him that it was his idea and tell him I’d kept it quiet because he’d told me he didn’t want to know about it.

He finished his breakfast, kissed me on the cheek and said; “I’m not going to wait up so I probably won’t see you until tomorrow so have a good time tonight” and then he went off to work.

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As I left the Holiday Inn I wondered if I would be up to doing someone that night while I was out with Millie.  Brandon had been inspired and he had worked me over pretty good.  He had eaten me to one orgasm, fucked me to three more and had gotten himself off three times in the process.

As I drove from the Holiday Inn to the gym I gave some thought to what would happen when, and if, hubby got his erectile function problem taken care of.  I was honest enough with myself to admit that I wasn’t going to stop what I was doing.  The slut in me had come out from the place I had locked her away and she wasn’t going back.  I would cut back, but I wasn’t going to stop.

Actually, I had planned on cutting back even before finding out about the ED problem.  My original plan was to take on a steady lover and limit myself to just him and an occasional ‘one-nighter’ when I got together with Millie.  I had thought that it would be Barry, but then I noticed how cute John was and I “just had to try him one time” and that led to me not being able to choose between the two.  Then Brandon with his wide shoulders and nice tight butt came along and complicated matters even farther.  I kept telling myself that I was going to have to make a choice between the three soon but it was a hard choice and I kept putting it off.

I frowned as I remembered that none of the three was my first choice.  First choice had been Gary.  He was a superb lover and he had a larger than average cock, but Millie convinced me that he had to go.  He was married and Millie pointed out that even if my hubby never got suspicious Gary’s wife might and if she put a private detective on Gary she could send a copy of his report to my husband just to get revenge.  Remembering Gary and why I had dropped him made my choosing between John, Barry and Brandon a little easier.  John was engaged to be married and so, like Gary, he was going to have to go, but maybe I could wait until he took his vows.

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I looked at myself in the mirror and liked what I saw.  The dress was not too short, but still showed plenty of leg.  My bra ruined the line of the dress so I took it off.  My legs were nicely tanned so I passed on stockings and besides, nothing is sluttier than bare legs with “come fuck me” pumps.  The make up was just right and the large hoop earrings added just the right touch.  I heard the horn honk and I grabbed my purse and headed out on my first husband approved adventure.

We weren’t even in the club five minutes when two yummy looking guys asked us if they could join us.  Millie looked them over and said:

“I don’t know.  We are pretty high maintenance; think you are up to it?”

The dark haired one was looking into my eyes when he said, “One never knows until one tries, but with something as nice as the two of you you may be certain that the greatest effort will be put forth.”

I laughed and told him to sit down.  His name was Sean and his buddy was Manny.  We introduced ourselves and Manny said, “Millie and Manny.  Manny and Millie.  It has a nice ring to it” and to me that meant that Manny was planning on making his move on Millie so I concentrated on Sean.  We danced, they bought us some drinks and we danced some more.  More drinks and the dancing got closer and I felt Sean’s cock pushing into my leg more than once and it felt good.

 We had just sat down after a dance and Manny waived the waitress over to order another round.  I surprised everyone, including myself, when I said:

“No more booze.  We all know how we want this night to end and I function better when I’m not drunk on my ass.”

Millie laughed and said, “Hear hear!  So why not let’s go do it.”

Twenty minutes later we were in a motel room and Millie and Manny were on one bed and Sean and I had the other one.  Sean looked like he was going to drool when I slipped out of my dress and stood before him in only heels and a thong.  As I slipped off the thong I told him he needed to hurry up and get undressed.

“I have a husband that I need to go home to so lets not waste any more time than necessary.”

Manny was already feasting on Millie’s pussy and I pointed at them and said, “They seem to have the right idea” and I lay back on the bed, spread my legs and waited to see if Sean got the message.  He did and I moaned and ran my fingers through his hair when he found my clit.  I let him lick and suck on my pussy until he gave me an orgasm and then I pulled him up over me and told him to fuck me hard.

Over on the other bed Millie was on her knees and elbows and moaning, “Yes, yes, yes” as Manny ploughed into her from behind.  Sean lifted my legs up onto his shoulders and started pounding his cock into me.  He gave me two more orgasms before he came and I was right on the edge of a third when he pulled out so I quickly swung around and started sucking his cock to get him up again.  Behind me I heard Millie say, “Go ahead, she won’t mind” and seconds later hands gripped my hips and Manny punched his hard cock into my dripping pussy.  I pulled my mouth off of Sean’s cock long enough to cry out:

“Fuck me hard, I’m almost there.”

I went back to sucking Sean’s cock while Manny fucked me as hard as he could and by the time Manny got me off Sean was hard and he got up and went over to Millie who welcomed him with open arms (and legs).  We swapped partners twice more before Millie had to call it quits.  I probably (having been given hubby’s permission) could have stayed longer, but Millie needed to get home. 

On the way home I debated telling Millie about her brother’s problem and that he had set me free to play, but then decided not to.  If hubby wanted anyone else to know about his problem he could be the one to tell them.  Just before Millie dropped me off she asked me if I had given any more thought to the gangbang she had set up for the coming week and I told her to count me in.

Hubby was sleeping when I got into the house and I slid into bed without disturbing him.  As I slid off into sleep I was wondering what the morning was going to bring.

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I was a little on the nervous side when he came into the kitchen, but he followed his usual morning ritual with the paper and all he said besides “Good morning sweetie” was the usual, “What are you going to be doing today?”  Since it was a Saturday I told him I would just be working around the house and he said:

“Since the kids aren’t home maybe we can go out to dinner and take in a movie.”

I’d like that.”

He finished breakfast and said, “I’ll try and get the yard work done early so we can make the afternoon matinee” and he got up and went outside.  I saw no change in his normal demeanor and not one word was said about last night.  I was beginning to think he really meant what he said and what’s more, if the morning was any indication he seemed to be able to handle it.

I was humming to myself as I started on my house work and I was looking forward to the weeks ahead full of Barry, Brandon, John and whomever Millie and I were able to come up with on our nights out.

Oh yes, and don’t forget the gangbang.