An adult stories – Should They have Affairs? Ch. 03 by HotJim,HotJim Monique spent the night with me. In the morning we had a quickie before she kissed me goodbye, the same as Jessie would have when I left for work.
The week sped by. Work was fairly routine with no serious problems to be solved. Nights were nonstop sex with a different woman each night. Jessie and I had our nightly online chats at ten after I spent two hours fucking another woman. Any other time we would have spent hours talking, but I felt so much shame about enjoying myself that I could hardly stand more than ten or fifteen minutes before I pleaded fatigue and signed off.
The drive home was the four most nerve-wracking hours of my life. Yes, I was going home to Jessie, which both delighted and terrified me. I wanted her in my arms again. I had missed her enormously, yet I had also enjoyed sleeping with those other women. Each one had her own style of making love. I had tried a couple new positions with them that I wished I could do with Jessie, but there was no way to tell her how I had learned them without confessing to being unfaithful. I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t accidentally tip my hand. Conversely she had had a whole week to screw around on me. The worst part was that I had put the idea into her head. If she had been with other men, I certainly had no right to complain. Should I ask her pointblank what she had done while I was gone, or wait for her to volunteer the information? Would she volunteer anything? It was possible she had nothing to confess.
I definitely had a lot to confess, were I so inclined. Should I say anything? She might say “good for you” or she might demand a divorce. It would be reasonable for her to leave me after what I had done. On the other hand, she had seemed agreeable to the idea of my experiencing other women. Since she had basically approved of my playing around, I didn’t have the right to object to her doing the same thing. The best possible scenario would be for neither of us to say anything. Of course, if she had been with other guys, it would be interesting to hear how they compared to me. She might prefer them to me, which would not be good. Or she might consider them to be different, just like I saw those five women — not better or worse, just different.
I admit that I enjoyed the variety in bed. Jessie and I were not stuck in a rut by any means. The different bodies, the different pussies, the different modes of dress, the different styles of making love, even the different voices were refreshing. The truth was I wanted to continue having other women. But how could I get away with it? I worked nine to five, then went straight home. Being on salary there was never any overtime, any late working hours. I didn’t belong to any clubs except the PTA, and I always went with Jessie. My weekends revolved around our children, and Jessie was involved in their activities too. As much as I wanted to have my cake and eat it too, I couldn’t figure out how to do it.
The house was dark when I parked in our driveway. Not even the porch light was on. My suitcase seemed very heavy when I took it out of the trunk and carried it inside. As I set it down, I noticed a dim light in the hallway. I saw a familiar red light coming through our bedroom doorway, the same one we used when making love. Did she have someone in bed with her? Slowly I approached the bedroom. I could not hear any sounds. Was she home? Maybe she was at his place. I peeked in and let out a sigh of relief. Jessie was asleep on the bed. Alone.
I crept up beside her and lightly kissed her cheek. She didn’t stir. I undressed quietly and slipped into bed beside her. As I adjusted the sheet, she rolled over and draped her arm across my chest. It’s about time you got home.” she said fully awake.
“You weren’t sleeping?” I said.
“How could I sleep with you coming home?” she said and kissed my cheek.
“Are Matt and Amy in bed?”
“Mom’s bringing them home Sunday. We have tonight and all day tomorrow for ourselves. Miss me?”
“Tremendously.” In spite of having just fucked five other women, I couldn’t remember being more honest than at that moment. Her hand brushed my cock, which responded appropriately.
“Part of you missed me.” Her eyes met mine. Her hand left my dick and slowly rose to my cheek. “I’m so happy to have you back. This past week really opened my eyes to how much you mean to me.” She grabbed my neck and crushed my mouth against hers. “Frank, I love you.” She was on the verge of tears.
I kissed her eyelids and stroked her back. After a while she relaxed her grip so I could kiss her cheeks and lips. Gradually I worked my way down her neck and shoulders until I reached her breasts. Slowly I kissed circles around her boobs like I had done with Monique. Although Jessie’s were not as large as Monique’s, I still did the full seven circles around each one before suckling the rigid nipples. I continued to follow the same routine with her as I had with Monique. I did not do anything I had not done before, including humming on her clit. Eventually she rolled me onto my back and returned my attention. My turgid love muscle begged for action but was denied involvement. Jessie worked around and around my nuts and bolt, something she had never done before. My head thrashed from side to side, but I could not climax. After what seemed like an eternity, she straddled my lap and lowered herself taking me into her hot dripping cunt. I could not remember her being so tight. For the first time in my life, I could make such a comparison. Unhappily I could not tell her how good she felt as she bounced on my dick driving both of us into a frenzy. Within a minute only my loins were aware of the world, and that world only had a solid cock and a steaming tunnel. My sac rose and my balls contracted sending my seed into Jessie’s cunt. We both shrieked with passion. Again and again my sticky wads were pushed into her hole until we both collapsed from exhaustion.
Several weeks passed, and our sex kept getting better. Gradually scenes of Jessie with another man started returning to my head. At first they were just fleeting images, brief glimpses of a nipple being sucked or a cock in her pussy or mouth. Then Monique and the four other women appeared. Sometimes they were with other men, but mostly I saw their faces as they had appeared while I banged away inside them. Later the images became more prolonged until they were complete love making sessions. Then sex with Jessie started to be routine, almost boring. She was hotter than ever. The problem was definitely me.
I wanted to talk with her about it, but that would require that I confess my affairs and risk losing her, a loss that I couldn’t bear. Maybe what I needed was another fling. The last one had resulted in the most satisfying sex with Jessie ever. Had I backed myself into a trap? Had I unwittingly conditioned myself to need different women to keep my lust for her going? There was only one way to find out.
I set up another Internet account on my work computer so Jessie couldn’t find out what I was doing and signed onto the cheating website using a phony name. Several women from our city were listed, but only a third had pictures. They were all in their early twenties, too young as far as I was concerned, although they had great bodies. After checking all the listings, I sent an introductory note to a woman without a photo a couple years younger than me. The description she had posted sounded great. She also mentioned that she was only available during the day while her children were at school. I could take an extended lunch hour occasionally, so she sounded like a good match. She responded within a couple hours agreeing to meet the next day. I reserved a hotel room and sent her the where and when information.
That night I felt like I was meeting Jessie all over again. She appeared more beautiful than ever. I was very excited about going to bed with her. How could I be cheating on her? She was absolutely gorgeous, great in bed, wonderful in every way I remembered. I spent extra time eating her hairless pussy giving her a new records number of orgasms for one session. She had shaved herself while I had been away. I never questioned her about it because I enjoyed her bare pubes. My own climax that night was so intense that I almost fainted.
“You are hornier tonight than usual,” she said after we had cleaned ourselves and returned to bed.
“I guess it’s because you’ve been hotter too lately,” I said. “What’s gotten into you. Or should I ask, “Who’s gotten into you?”
She stared at me with a nervous expression for a second, then relaxed. “Are you on that kick again? I thought we had put it to rest.”
“I’m kidding. We’re probably responding to each other better, and that’s building our passion levels.”
“The answer is ‘You’ve gotten into me.’ You seem to be harder than ever, and you last longer. Maybe I should rent you out to my envious friends.”
“That’s very sweet, but I’m saving all my energy for you.”
The next morning dragged by. I was as nervous as a kitten. Repeatedly I caught myself making some of the dumbest mistakes. Simple arithmetic eluded me. Finally lunchtime came and I dashed out of the office. Five minutes later I picked up my room key from the front desk at the hotel. Three minutes later there was a knock on the door. I opened the door.
The woman was beautiful. Her breasts were big without being excessively huge, and her nipples were plainly visible through the thin material of her blouse, She had sapphire eyes, ruby lips, high cheek bones. Her short skirt displayed long powerful legs. Her body was one any man would desire. “Hi, I’m Bet….” she started to say, then screamed loudly enough to be heard three blocks away. I hustled her into the room and closed the door. “What the hell are you doing here?” she demanded. “Don’t answer. It’s obvious. You’re having an affair.”
“Jessie,” I stammered, “I had no idea it was you I made a date with. How did you know it was me?”
She sat on the end of the bed and looked at the floor. “I didn’t.”
“So that means….”
She hesitated a second. “It means I’m cheating on my husband.” She was quiet while I pulled up a chair and sat down facing her. “I love you, Frank,” she said softly.
Still in shock, I didn’t respond for a couple minutes. “I love you too,” I whispered. “May I ask how long?”
“Since your trip last summer. Frank, I’m so sorry.”
“Ah…how was he?”
“He was good. He was very good. I wanted to try someone bigger. It seemed like my only chance, so I took advantage of your absence. Actually they were very good. I spent each night with a different man. They stretched me more than you can, and it felt really good, except they were too big for my bottom. I’m not complaining about you. I love you, and that makes you the best.” Confession is supposed to be good for the soul, but whether it is good for a marriage is another matter. I felt betrayed, but I had no right to be angry. “Obviously I have continued to cheat on you since then.”
I didn’t know what to say. I leaned forward and stared at the floor. Eventually she stood and started toward the door. “Where are you going?”
“Home to pack. You deserve better.”
“Sit down. Please.” She returned to the bed. “I….I….I wasn’t alone while I was away. I had a different woman every night while I was gone.”
“Were their boobs bigger than mine?”
“Yes.”
“Did it make any difference in bed?”
“Not really. A couple of them did tittie fucking. You could do that. And one did deep throat on me.” I suppressed a chuckle. “She even offered to teach you how to do it.”
Jessie smiled for the first time. “That was thoughtful of her. What have you been doing since then?”
“Nothing. I’ve wanted to do more, but I was too scared that you would catch me.”
“Until now. Something must have motivated you to accept the risk.”
“I felt like we were getting into a rut. No, that’s not right. I was getting in a rut. Last time I came back to you wanting you more than ever. I was hoping today’s fling would reinspire me.”
“Something inspired you last night.”
“Anticipation about today, probably.”
“So what do we do now?”
“Jessie, please don’t leave me.”
“You are the most wonderful man I know. You don’t deserve a slut like me for a wife. I think you should leave me. I won’t fight you for the children. They adore you.”
“And the adore their mother. I suppose we could continue our affairs.” I moved over beside her on the bed. Putting my arm around her, I placed my other hand on her leg. She gasped as I traced a line up her inner thigh with my fingertips. “I still have an hour before I have to be back at work. By the way, my name is Rob,” I said using the name I used on the website.
“Hi, Rob. I’m Betty,” she said as she laid back and put her arms around my neck.