John has been a prince about the “Affair” my little indiscretion with Robert. After his, perfectly understandable initial tantrum, he realized that our marriage and love were not threatened.

It’s been six months since the big dust-up and we are back in school. We went pretty much back to our old lives. John even relented on his prohibition of Robert and I talking, since we work at the same school. Although, we have not resumed our lunch dates.

John doesn’t really understand how I could have strayed from our perfect union, but he has vowed to not dwell on the past. I know it still eats at him sometimes and I can sense when he gets down about it. I try to show him as much love as possible during those times.

I gave up my virginity to John at nineteen. We were madly in love and in lust. We practiced safe sex until we decided to marry, then we really got into it. Before I knew it I found myself an at-home mother of a toddler and an infant.

I like my body; I never wanted bigger boobs or disliked my nose or plucked my eyebrows. My little B/C cup tits jiggle nicely and I know I have good legs. I couldn’t walk around the house barefoot or in my toe-strap sandals if John was home; one glimpse of my ankles had him instantly hard, and shortly, I would be on my back with his cock in me.

Any surface would do, the kitchen table, the sofa, the carpet, the nearest bed. If the babies had been more observant, they could have gotten an early sex education.

John was not alone in admiring my looks, I was often approached by men in public, and complimented, sometimes in graphic ways, about my looks. I confess to enjoying the attention and, at times, wondered what it would be like to have sex with some of them.

Age didn’t matter, a little gray in his hair could be attractive if his body seemed in good shape. Younger men were fun because sometimes they couldn’t or wouldn’t hide their erections. Very tempting.

I noticed that if John saw or heard about such an encounter with some man, he immediately had to fuck me, except if I was menstruating; John found menstrual blood distasteful, so those times I masturbated him until he came all over his chest and belly. We had lots of baby oil around the house in those days. Unfortunately, that was the time I was horniest but there was nothing to be done about it except to go into the bathroom and bring myself off.

When I went back to school to finish my degree, I was exposed to a veritable smorgasbord of sexy young men. I began to wonder if I had married too soon. On the second session I decided to forgo wearing a bra; I don’t know what I expected to happen, I was just feeling adventurous and the young coeds all went braless.

After class, I stopped in the canteen for a coffee and sat to drink it. John loved my night classes, wanting alone time with the boys, so he did not expect me to hurry home.

An attractive older man approached me and asked to share my table. I nodded OK and he introduced himself in accented, but correct English as a Hispanic scientist, taking an ESL course. His name was Juan. We had a pleasant chat and agreed to do it again.

At our second coffee meeting, Juan explained that although his grammar was usually correct, he wanted to learn some colloquial expressions. We spent our time pointing at things and naming them. Eventually we ran out of objects in the room and started pointing at each other.

It was not long before we were cracking up trying to quietly name body parts. I soon noticed a rather large-looking outline in his pants leg. He pointed at it and said a word that sounded like erection; I reached over to touch it and replied “hard-on”. I’m not good at spatial relationships but what I felt seemed much bigger than John.

“Should we go someplace more quiet?” Juan asked. I was OK with that even though our little game was getting a bit over the line.

“But you must behave, I am married,” I replied. He just nodded and led me to an unused classroom. We found a corner that could not be seen from the doorway and pulled two chairs together. Juan immediately pointed to my chest and said a word.

“Breast, tits, boobs,” I replied. He reached over and touched my nipple, I said its name. He didn’t remove his hand and it grew hard for him. He pinched it, sending a rush to my pussy. His cock started to grow again. I pointed at it and raised my eyebrows.

He understood my request, smiled and nodded, “hard-on.” He unzipped his fly, his grin widening. My hand, actually my whole body was shaking as I reached for his cock. “Hard-on,” he mumbled as I held it. It was magnificent, hot, hard and throbbing.

“Nipple,” I whispered as he gently pinched it again. His other hand slid under my skirt and rested lightly on my pussy. He pressed his middle finger between my labia and I came, rather loudly. Suddenly I became scared.

“I have to go home,” I said and jumped up and practically ran to my car; I had wet myself. The next week I went directly to my car and home after class. I caught sight of Juan in my rearview mirror as I left.

The following week Juan was waiting to apologize to me and ask to continue the lessons. I couldn’t help but laugh at that. I said OK and soon we were back in the empty room pointing and touching. We did a lot of touching in the next weeks of school, but never went beyond masturbating each other to orgasms.

Juan’s colloquial English improved and my masturbation skills also improved. I wanted to suck him but didn’t dare for fear that John would smell or taste it.

As I have gotten older, the idea of recreational sex has increasing appeal. The energy and sexual excitement of being intimate with a new man and his unfamiliar body and behavior adds spice to the sex. At least that happened between Robert and I. Perhaps the illicitness of it also contributed.

My experiences made me realize that what John and I had been calling great sex was pretty monochromatic. We could do much better and I’m determined to make that. happen.

I definitely will not cheat on John again, it was too hurtful to him and it made me feel bad about myself. But sometimes I wonder if he would knowingly, willingly share me, or join Robert and me. In truth, he got more sex when I was fucking Robert.

I must confess to being selfish in this regard; I don’t know if I could handle John fucking another woman. I like to think that I am all he needs in that department. But if that were the price of opening up our sex lives, I would certainly give it a try. Who knows, I might enjoy playing with a woman too.

Since I stopped seeing Robert, there have been times when John seemed interested in what he and I did. One of those menstrual days, he asked me if I masturbated Robert when I was menstruating. I answered, “No, would you like to see what I did for him?” Squeezing his cock head gently.

“I guess so, maybe,” he replied hesitantly.

“Because his glans is usually shielded under his foreskin, it is ultra-sensitive, so I can’t, er, couldn’t jerk him hard like I do you. So I hold his shaft with one hand like this, and caress his balls like this and slam my mouth down over his cock head like this.” I suited action to word.

John came instantly in my mouth, a copious eruption. “Of course, he was licking my pussy at the time,” I told John.

I think we’re making progress.