After a few years of marriage, my once libidinous wife had become largely disinterested in sex to the point that I basically had to beg for it once a month. At one point, I told her that I'd be fine with her having sex with someone else if it would re-light her fire. She seemed taken aback by this, and not very likely to take me up on the offer.
Several months later, after one such occasion where she had relented to my sales pitch and thrown me a bone, she burst into tears immediately after sex. When she wouldn't be specific about what was upsetting her, I went downstairs and checked her email. I figured I was just being paranoid, but there were emails between her and a man I'd never met.
As I read through these email conversations, which dated back a month, I realized this was the teacher she had told me about meeting at her friend's bachelorette party earlier in the summer. She had said an Irish guy in a Dutch soccer jersey hit on her at a bar, but at the time it just seemed like an innocent story.
Reading through the emails, it quickly became obvious this wasn't so innocent. When she was back at work the Monday after their bar encounter, she had Googled him, tracked him down at work, and emailed him. After flirting for a week or so over email, my wife had brought up meeting for drinks. They did this the next Friday after work, which I recall as the evening my wife had told me she was going out for drinks after work for a co-worker's birthday party.
My heart was racing as I headed back upstairs to confront her. Through tears, she admitted that she had slept with someone else, and that it was the Irish soccer-playing teacher she had told me about.
Immediately my mind was flooded with questions, which I fired at her one after the other. To her credit, she answered most of these honestly and forthrightly, and I got a pretty good account of what had gone on.
She had actually gone out for happy hour drinks for her co-worker's birthday, but only stayed briefly before meeting up with Irish Soccer-Playing Teacher (who we'll call ISPT going forward) at another bar. When she saw him waiting for her outside, she realized she was going to have sex with him that night and cheat on her husband. They got drinks, and talked a bit, with him being blindsided by the news that she really was married and this wasn't just a line she gave him when they first met. When they started making out, it became clear they needed to move on to a more private setting, and his place was agreed upon as the best location.
Her drove her in his car and after meeting his housemates, they retired to his room. She said unbuttoning his shirt was one of the biggest turn-ons she's ever experienced. She blew him for a little bit to get him fully hard, then without any foreplay for her, he pushed her down on the bed, rolled on a condom, put himself inside her, and began pounding away.
She'd always insisted on being on top with me and said she couldn't stand having someone pressing down on her, but she immediately found herself reevaluating this stance. He was longer and bigger than what she was used to at home, and very skilled. Plus he did this thing where he pushed one of her legs out to the side that apparently felt amazing.
But ISPT, who was himself divorced after his wife was unfaithful, was feeling some pretty strong guilt about being inside someone else's spouse, and couldn't stay hard. They tried to go another few minutes with him semi-hard before throwing in the towel. He drove her home, but told her as she went to get out of the car, "This isn't over."
Oddly, I found myself panicked by this, but also incredibly turned on. We spent much of the next couple of weeks discussing whether we were going to stay together and having a lot of sex, as this clearly had recharged her libido to never before seen levels.
At one point, I asked if she had an emotional attachment to him, and she said she might. It soon became clear to me that she did, because she acted like a smitten schoolgirl whenever he texted or emailed her. We'd had a discussion about what would happen if he wanted to see her again, and I didn't want to tell her what to do, but I was hoping she wouldn't get any more involved with him. I was reading her email account and checking our wireless account online to monitor texts and phone calls.
Without pushing too hard on the issue, I was trying to get her to break things off with him. I finally got the breakthrough I'd been hoping for, when after a nice workday lunch together, she agreed to end things with him.
When I picked her up after her late yoga class that evening, however, she said she had some bad news for me. She hadn't been at yoga. She had texted him about meeting up for coffee after work, intending to break things off with him and get some closure. But he had shown up intent on atoning for his failings the previous time, and after giving her his most charming smile, she found herself walking a few blocks to his place.
She arrived at his place so wet she said she had actually soaked through her jeans. She said his roommates in the living room had incredulous looks on their faces as they headed straight to his bedroom.
They repeated their one-sided foreplay routine, her giving him a couple of minutes of oral, his contribution consisting of removing her panties. This time he asked if she was on any birth control, blaming the condom for his past difficulties. However, she was not, so he reluctantly put on a condom and went to work on her.
This time there was no issue with hardness, and he drilled her expertly for 15 to 20 minutes in missionary, doing the thing she loved with her leg. Then he rolled her over and for some side-lying sex, with his length advantage making that position much better than at home, too. Then he ordered her onto her "belly" and pounded her from behind for another 15 to 20 minutes. Finally she got her chance to get on top, and found herself in heaven. Not only did the extra length and girth feel great, but his angle and ejaculatory control allowed her to do some things while riding that she wasn't able to do at home, notably bounce on his cock. It took a little while of this, but eventually she had her first ever orgasm with someone other than me. The scene was something out of a storybook, because he came with her, and she could feel him throbbing from his orgasm as she came, which she said was the single hottest thing she's ever experienced.
They lied there for a while, talking about their situation. He didn't want to be involved in whatever was happening at home, and neither was sure where this was going. They talked about music and movies for a little bit, then suddenly he popped up, rock hard, and went over and put on another condom. The idea that he just had to have her again had her instantly turned on again, and they were quickly at it again.
They ran through the same series of positions for another hour or so. She desperately wanted to have her first-ever orgasm on the bottom, but ended up settling for another one while riding him. (Though she did experience another first, as this was the first time she had two orgasms in one session.) This time he didn't come with her, taking another few minutes to have his.
He was concerned about her being late and arousing suspicion, so there wasn't much time for afterglow. She got dressed and said their goodbyes, and he gave her a kiss good night. A few minutes later she was recounting all the details of her evening to me in the parking lot.
I was incredibly upset and, again, incredibly turned on. We came home and fucked, and she had her third orgasm of the night. She said she enjoyed the feeling of being a bad girl.
Things petered out between her and ISPT. I suspect he wasn't that into her to put up with the hassle and stress of banging a married woman. She continued to daydream about the sex with him, which she says was easily the best she's ever had.
In the bedroom, our sex life was supercharged. I worked hard at getting back into shape and getting better on top and improving my stamina. Eventually I threw in the towel and admitted I had been bettered by a physically superior man and that I would never be able to fuck my wife as well as he had.
My relief over the end of her affair was short-lived, however, as she had met someone else through absolutely bizarre circumstances, creating an entirely different set of difficulties for me. But that's another story for another time.
Several months later, after one such occasion where she had relented to my sales pitch and thrown me a bone, she burst into tears immediately after sex. When she wouldn't be specific about what was upsetting her, I went downstairs and checked her email. I figured I was just being paranoid, but there were emails between her and a man I'd never met.
As I read through these email conversations, which dated back a month, I realized this was the teacher she had told me about meeting at her friend's bachelorette party earlier in the summer. She had said an Irish guy in a Dutch soccer jersey hit on her at a bar, but at the time it just seemed like an innocent story.
Reading through the emails, it quickly became obvious this wasn't so innocent. When she was back at work the Monday after their bar encounter, she had Googled him, tracked him down at work, and emailed him. After flirting for a week or so over email, my wife had brought up meeting for drinks. They did this the next Friday after work, which I recall as the evening my wife had told me she was going out for drinks after work for a co-worker's birthday party.
My heart was racing as I headed back upstairs to confront her. Through tears, she admitted that she had slept with someone else, and that it was the Irish soccer-playing teacher she had told me about.
Immediately my mind was flooded with questions, which I fired at her one after the other. To her credit, she answered most of these honestly and forthrightly, and I got a pretty good account of what had gone on.
She had actually gone out for happy hour drinks for her co-worker's birthday, but only stayed briefly before meeting up with Irish Soccer-Playing Teacher (who we'll call ISPT going forward) at another bar. When she saw him waiting for her outside, she realized she was going to have sex with him that night and cheat on her husband. They got drinks, and talked a bit, with him being blindsided by the news that she really was married and this wasn't just a line she gave him when they first met. When they started making out, it became clear they needed to move on to a more private setting, and his place was agreed upon as the best location.
Her drove her in his car and after meeting his housemates, they retired to his room. She said unbuttoning his shirt was one of the biggest turn-ons she's ever experienced. She blew him for a little bit to get him fully hard, then without any foreplay for her, he pushed her down on the bed, rolled on a condom, put himself inside her, and began pounding away.
She'd always insisted on being on top with me and said she couldn't stand having someone pressing down on her, but she immediately found herself reevaluating this stance. He was longer and bigger than what she was used to at home, and very skilled. Plus he did this thing where he pushed one of her legs out to the side that apparently felt amazing.
But ISPT, who was himself divorced after his wife was unfaithful, was feeling some pretty strong guilt about being inside someone else's spouse, and couldn't stay hard. They tried to go another few minutes with him semi-hard before throwing in the towel. He drove her home, but told her as she went to get out of the car, "This isn't over."
Oddly, I found myself panicked by this, but also incredibly turned on. We spent much of the next couple of weeks discussing whether we were going to stay together and having a lot of sex, as this clearly had recharged her libido to never before seen levels.
At one point, I asked if she had an emotional attachment to him, and she said she might. It soon became clear to me that she did, because she acted like a smitten schoolgirl whenever he texted or emailed her. We'd had a discussion about what would happen if he wanted to see her again, and I didn't want to tell her what to do, but I was hoping she wouldn't get any more involved with him. I was reading her email account and checking our wireless account online to monitor texts and phone calls.
Without pushing too hard on the issue, I was trying to get her to break things off with him. I finally got the breakthrough I'd been hoping for, when after a nice workday lunch together, she agreed to end things with him.
When I picked her up after her late yoga class that evening, however, she said she had some bad news for me. She hadn't been at yoga. She had texted him about meeting up for coffee after work, intending to break things off with him and get some closure. But he had shown up intent on atoning for his failings the previous time, and after giving her his most charming smile, she found herself walking a few blocks to his place.
She arrived at his place so wet she said she had actually soaked through her jeans. She said his roommates in the living room had incredulous looks on their faces as they headed straight to his bedroom.
They repeated their one-sided foreplay routine, her giving him a couple of minutes of oral, his contribution consisting of removing her panties. This time he asked if she was on any birth control, blaming the condom for his past difficulties. However, she was not, so he reluctantly put on a condom and went to work on her.
This time there was no issue with hardness, and he drilled her expertly for 15 to 20 minutes in missionary, doing the thing she loved with her leg. Then he rolled her over and for some side-lying sex, with his length advantage making that position much better than at home, too. Then he ordered her onto her "belly" and pounded her from behind for another 15 to 20 minutes. Finally she got her chance to get on top, and found herself in heaven. Not only did the extra length and girth feel great, but his angle and ejaculatory control allowed her to do some things while riding that she wasn't able to do at home, notably bounce on his cock. It took a little while of this, but eventually she had her first ever orgasm with someone other than me. The scene was something out of a storybook, because he came with her, and she could feel him throbbing from his orgasm as she came, which she said was the single hottest thing she's ever experienced.
They lied there for a while, talking about their situation. He didn't want to be involved in whatever was happening at home, and neither was sure where this was going. They talked about music and movies for a little bit, then suddenly he popped up, rock hard, and went over and put on another condom. The idea that he just had to have her again had her instantly turned on again, and they were quickly at it again.
They ran through the same series of positions for another hour or so. She desperately wanted to have her first-ever orgasm on the bottom, but ended up settling for another one while riding him. (Though she did experience another first, as this was the first time she had two orgasms in one session.) This time he didn't come with her, taking another few minutes to have his.
He was concerned about her being late and arousing suspicion, so there wasn't much time for afterglow. She got dressed and said their goodbyes, and he gave her a kiss good night. A few minutes later she was recounting all the details of her evening to me in the parking lot.
I was incredibly upset and, again, incredibly turned on. We came home and fucked, and she had her third orgasm of the night. She said she enjoyed the feeling of being a bad girl.
Things petered out between her and ISPT. I suspect he wasn't that into her to put up with the hassle and stress of banging a married woman. She continued to daydream about the sex with him, which she says was easily the best she's ever had.
In the bedroom, our sex life was supercharged. I worked hard at getting back into shape and getting better on top and improving my stamina. Eventually I threw in the towel and admitted I had been bettered by a physically superior man and that I would never be able to fuck my wife as well as he had.
My relief over the end of her affair was short-lived, however, as she had met someone else through absolutely bizarre circumstances, creating an entirely different set of difficulties for me. But that's another story for another time.
