The next morning, Claire turned to John in their bed and told him how much she had enjoyed their sex last night. For his part, John could not forget some of the things she had said about extra-marital activities. He was pretty sure that his lovemaking was not up to snuff anymore.

“It’s pretty clear that she has decided that our past promises of fidelity were no longer relevant for her. She is not content with our sex life and intends to sleep around,” he thought.

Images of her on her back with her legs around the torso of her young lover as he pumped his, large cock between her labia and deep into her pussy plagued his restless nights. Finally, at breakfast one morning he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Claire, I am sad to say that I think our marriage is at an end. You are embarking on a trip that can’t include the likes of an old curmudgeon like me. I still believe in the vow I took when we married.” A stunned Claire collapsed into a chair.

“John, don’t say that ever. You wouldn’t throw away twenty years of our life together over an inconsequential diversion that meant nothing to me, that I have stopped out of consideration for your feelings.”

“No, I wouldn’t, but you have expressed the desire to continue and expand your whorish behavior, and you hope that I will acquiesce and even join you in your depravity. I don’t think I can sit by and watch you behave like a slut and I have no doubt that our friends are not unaware of your behavior. How do you think that makes me feel?”

“John, please reconsider. As I promised, I have not been with Robert and, if it you wish, we can go back to our old way of life. I care about you and don’t mean to hurt you.”

“I appreciate that, but you have expressed strong urges for fucking other men again and involving me. We can’t unring that bell, and I won’t ever feel secure that you are content with just me.”

“I understand that; it’s true that I have discovered many new pleasures that I want to share with you. I am convinced that our relationship would become stronger and more rewarding. They say that reclaiming your wife after she has been fucked by another guy is the best sex a couple can have.”

“Who says that, your boyfriend?” Claire looked a bit ashamed.

“John, let’s not be hasty, we have a lot invested in our life and family. Surely you would be willing to explore some new alternatives before throwing me away.” She came around to his side and hugged him from behind. “I love you and only you. Do you still love me?”

She reached down to feel his cock; sure enough it was hard. “I think you do; come to bed and fuck me, husband of mine,” she whispered. Who was he to argue with that?

In bed, naked, she turned on her side facing him and took hold of his cock. “Do you want to hear what I like Robert to do to me when we are together?” John shrugged. She took that as agreement.

“When we go to bed together, I like to kiss him a lot and feel his warm hand caress my pussy and his lips sucking my nipples, just like you do.” Her hand was making slow back-and-forth motions as she talked.

Then he usually ducks down between my legs and slips his hands under my ass. With his thumbs, he pulls my pussy lips open just enough to touch my clit with his tongue.

“I almost cum when he does that. I open my legs as far as I can for maximum tongue penetration. When he moves his hands to my tits and pinches my nipples; I get closer to my first orgasm.

“Then he alternates between licking my clit and pushing his tongue as deep as he can in my hole. As he licks he hums a low vibration on my clit. I love this and when he senses that I am ready to cum, he inserts a finger into my ass. Nothing compares to the orgasm I have when we do that.

“ Now I do the same for him, stimulating his prostate. It drives him crazy when he cums.”

Claire had been so engrossed in telling John her secret that she had not noticed that he came in her hand and on his belly. “Oh, good boy,” she whispered. Did you like my little story? It made me very horny. Would you please do it to me?”

“You mean stick my finger in your ass while I eat you out?” John was intentionally vulgar. “Sorry, I have to get to work,” he rose and went to shower and dress.

After he was gone Claire pleasured herself, recalling how Robert’s big cock felt when he slid it deep into her. She couldn’t give that up forever, she knew.

Things a home were somewhat tense for the next few days, neither of them ready to further their interactions about him sharing her body with Robert or any other man.

They went about their usual chores and activities until John announced that he had to leave town for a few days on business.On the second day of his being away, Robert and she had their first lunch together since he had reunited with his wife. She was feeling lonely so she agreed.

They went to the same picnic area that was the scene of so many of their assignations past. Robert kissed her and told her that his reconciliation with his wife was not working. The kiss felt very good, her pussy recalled what had always come after his kisses.

On and impulse, she said, “Not here Robert. Can you come to my house after school today? John is away on business and I am horny as hell but my bed is much more comfortable than the back seat of your car.”

“I’m in, but can you suck me off for now?” She complied and was happily whistling when she answered her doorbell later that afternoon.

When she opened the door, a strange man handed her an envelope and said, “You’ve been served,” turned and left.