“Smells good in here. And you look good to me.” Paul smiled and waggled his brow, suggestively.
He’d only been gone since Tuesday morning. She hadn’t expected him to whisk her right to bed. But she could see that he wanted that. She was unsure, would have liked to talk first. But he grabbed her and started hugging her and feeling her up. Then he took her hand and led her upstairs to the bedroom.
She decided to go with the flow. What choice did she have? She slowly took off her blouse, and wriggled out of her shorts. She was down to just her panties. Paul had taken off all his clothes. He was hard and ready. She looked at his cock. The same cock she’d seen all these years. Like himself, his cock was average. And…..she found that she was a little disappointed. But she shoved him onto the bed dropped her panties, and attacked him with gusto. She couldn’t help thinking about her two sailors, though. And that revved her up. She sucked Paul’s cock for a short time, then she mounted him and stuck her tongue into his mouth. He moaned, and fucked up at her from below. Mary thought about how she had felt when she lowered herself onto Ronnie. She got even more revved up. Paul’s dick was deep into her, and in the top position, she could rub herself on him for more friction. She came. She felt it coming, and she sped up. And it hit her as she bounced. Paul was not long after her. She felt him come inside her. He had some pent up energy, and his orgasm was long and loud. She liked that.
She kissed him when he was done. “Well, welcome home, big boy.”
“I love you, Mary. And you really got into it today.”
She was, maybe, not normally so aggressive. That’s what he meant.
She lied, “I’ve been thinking about you, baby. For days.”
They got up and dressed again. They went downstairs and Paul had a beer. Mary poured some white wine. They relaxed on the patio. Mary was thinking about what she might say when Paul asked her what she had done in his absence.
She asked him about the trip. He worked for himself as a consultant on new building construction. This trip had been to Ohio. A five story office building that the builder wanted a second opinion on. About cantilevered sections.
“It went well. I made a suggestion, and they were grateful. I’ve been crawling around at that site, though. Slept well. I called Friday evening. Where were you?”
“I went out to dinner with Joan. We went to Bennett’s at the hotel. I must have turned off the phone.”
“How was the place?”
“The food was okay. Drinks were good.”
“Good to know.”
The rest of the evening was calm. Dinner was good. They watched an episode of Midsomer Murders. That was boring, but comfortable. Then, in bed, they made love again. Paul was happy. Mary faked her orgasm. That part was like Midsomer Murders.
The next day they again had sex in the mid-morning, did the crossword, and then went to Sunday dinner at her parents’ house. It was nice. Paul was happy to see the kids. Mary’s mom, Thelma, noticed that Mary was somewhat subdued.
“What’s up with you today, Mary?”
“No big deal. I had a….bad night Friday. It’s over.”
“What bad night?”
“Not your worry, mom.”
Mary was relieved when they got home that evening and put the kids to bed. They watched football for a while. Then Paul started messing around again. Mary didn’t feel like sex, but she thought that she owed it to Paul. So, they made it again. Mary tried hard, and Paul was pleased. But Mary…..not so much. She thought about it later, after Paul was sleeping. Mary hoped she hadn’t been ruined for sex with Paul by her fantastic experience on Friday and Saturday. She decided that she’d have to up her game, maybe by fantasizing about Ronnie and Mace, and their different cocks. Bigger cocks. Cocks that turned her into a wanton slut. Maybe she could be a wanton slut for her husband. Like she was that first time.
Then she considered that she might have to recharge her batteries once in a while, so she could use fantasies to save her marriage. She began to chuckle. And she wondered how often she’d have to do that, and how it could work. She drifted off to sleep.
Paul went back to work Monday, and Mary dropped the kids off at play-school, then went to her part time accountant job. Joan also worked there. When Mary came in, Joan gave her a look. At coffee break they discussed things. Mary said that Joan had been right. Paul didn’t notice any change in Mary. But Mary did notice a change. She was unexcited by sex with Paul.
Joan said, “You have to find something that will rev you up when you’re with him. You could try thinking about those big dicks.”
“I did that. I felt guilty. It worked the first time. Then I felt guilty. Last night I thought that I might have to have multiple great sex experiences just to help with Paul. And, when thought that, I started to get wet. But Paul was asleep.”
“Just see how it works out. I wouldn’t look for more big dicks right now, if I were you.”
“Right.” They went back to work. During the afternoon, Mary did have thoughts of those two very attractive men who had fucked her only days ago. Those thoughts aroused her. The idea of fucking Paul while thinking of them — started to seem okay. She’d try it tonight after the kids were asleep.
She picked up the kids from play school, and made dinner. Paul came home at six. They had a nice dinner with the kids. She really did love Paul. He was a great father. And in bed he tried hard. He had almost always satisfied her before her adventure.
The kids were down at eight. Paul was having a beer in the living room when Mary, dressed only in a sleeveless shift, sat on his lap. She took the beer, drank some and put it aside. Then she kissed Paul with tongue.