Well, it finally happened. For a while, I had suspected that my wife, Jenny, has been cheating. I confronted her recently with my suspicions, and she did not deny it, well, not really.
Before I continue, let me give you a little background on us. Jenny is fifty-five, and I am fifty-seven. We have been married thirty-plus years and have four children. I am solidly built with some extra pounds in my mid-section, six-feet-one-inch with brown hair and brown eyes.
Jenny and I are both active on several porn and swinger sites, some together and some individually. She has numerous photos posted, but if you have never seen, she is a tall, lean, broad-shoulder blue-eyed blonde with natural D-cup tits. Jenny has a gorgeous face, a killer smile, sexy lips, and a long, talented tongue that goes everywhere! Our sex life is active, passionate, hot, and adventurous. We enjoy showing off, public sex, and playing with women together. Jenny has always been submissive to me and a bit more dominant with the women we play with together.
Everything is and always has been good. I thought we kept each other very well satisfied. Then I started to notice the clues. There were a few times that she came home a bit disheveled. Her clothes sloppy, makeup smudged and hair a little messed. A couple of times I ran my fingers through her silky, straight hair and got stuck on what I hoped was a knot or hairspray, but feared might be cum. On occasion, she came home super horny, avoided kissing me, but eagerly fucked and sucked my cock.
I waited for an evening when we were both at home alone, and the kids were all out with plans. I made sure I was calm. I asked out of concern for us much more so than anger, “Jenny, have you been cheating on me?” Her smile immediately disappeared. She looked down and started fidgeting. Jenny would be an awful poker player. “I do not want to argue. I want to know what’s going on and why. Are you not happy with us?”
With that, she brought her head back up and responded, “No, that’s not it. I love you completely! I am very happy with you and us. I just have a problem.”
Puzzled, I asked, “A problem? A drinking problem?”
Jenny shook her head no. “No, nothing like that. I will try to explain.”
What came next made me go through a range of emotions; I was confused, mad, upset, concerned, etcetera. “Nick, please let me try to explain. All too often, without warning, I get an incredible urge to suck cock. Luckily you are around or can meet me somewhere to satisfy my craving. If not, sometimes I can suppress it by playing with my pussy. I am so very sorry.” Jenny began to cry, but continued, “Other times, I find a random stranger to give a blowjob to and leave; nothing more, no kissing, very little talk. I NEVER make plans with a guy and never with someone I know. That would feel like a date and cheating. No guy since we have been together had ever had my pussy. That is yours, Nick, 100%. So with no dates, no repeats, no emotion, and just blowjobs, it does not feel like cheating to me. These guys are no more than one of my dildos to me, just better and more satisfying. Does that make sense?”
I was no longer calm, “Make sense? You go out and suck guys’ cocks and tell me you don’t feel like you are cheating. That is fucking insane! Nothing about that makes sense at all.” I stormed out of the house for a few hours. Jenny and I barely spoke or even made eye contact for a few days
Finally, sobbing uncontrollably, Jenny came up to me and pleaded, “Nick, I am so very sorry. I love you with all my heart. I knew you would be mad, but I did hope you would understand a little. I want you always. No one turns me on like you. I want your big cock all the time. I truly wish I could stop this for you and us, but I’m afraid that would be a promise I might not be able to keep.”
Jenny now just cried without words. She leaned in and hugged me. It was a few minutes before I wrapped my arms around her, returning the hug. Then, strangely, things took an unexpected turn.
Jenny raised her head from my shoulder to kiss me on my lips. I refused to return her kisses. She then moved her mouth to my ear and whispered, “Please fuck me. Please take my pussy that is yours and yours alone. I have that craving right now. I am glad and feel lucky that you and your cock are here for me. Do whatever you want with me. I want to feel your cock everywhere in and on me. Please, Nick, right now!”