So, late that Tuesday afternoon, as I was waiting at the “Arrivals” curb of the airport, I continued to think about that episode, comparing it to Julie’s current behavior. They were undoubtably similar. I hadn’t been waiting long when she drove up and pulled close to the curb in front of me. I threw my luggage in the back seat, climbed in the passenger seat, and leaned over to give her a “hello”: kiss. She gave me a quick peck on the lips and then stared straight ahead while I buckled up. She pulled out and started driving home without so much as a word. It looked like she could burst into tears at any moment.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Fine.” She snapped.
“I don’t think so.” I responded. “When are you going to tell me what’s going on?”
“Everything’s fine. I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”
In the interest of our mutual safety, I decided to wait until we were home before I pushed her further. Even then, after I had showered, unpacked, and come downstairs, she continued with the icy cold shoulder. She fixed dinner. We ate in silence. I cleaned up the dishes. She sat on the sofa in the living room, staring at the empty fireplace. That gave me an idea. Maybe a nice cozy fire would soften her mood a bit.
I started a nice fire, noticing that there were some burned out embers, put on some soft classical music, turned out the lights, and sat next to my beautiful bride. I put my arm around her shoulder. She leaned her head on my shoulder and burst into tears. “You’re going to hate me,” she said.
“I could never hate you,” I replied.
She lifted her head and, taking my chin in her hand, she turned my head to her and looked me straight in the eyes. “Honey, I have to be honest with you.” Tears welled up in her eyes. “Guy and I had sex.” The flood gates opened, and she sobbed as I pulled her head to my chest and smoothed her hair.
“Tell me what happened,” I said softly.
“Well, (sniff), Guy came over when you had called, about 8:00 last night. It was cold and rainy out. I was already in my pajamas because I thought he was a no show.” I should note that her two-piece pajamas consisted of a silky top and shorts. The top is rather clingy and accentuates her small, perky breasts and nipples. “He was soaking wet from his short walk over, so I didn’t take time to throw on a robe. I just let him in out of the wet cold. He apologized for being so late and gave reasonable excuses that I won’t recount. He said that he didn’t wear a coat because it was just a short walk over here, but there was a sudden burst of torrential rain when he was about halfway over. I told him that it was okay and to hang on while I got a towel for him so he could dry off. I also told him that he was welcome to build a fire in the fireplace if he wanted.
“I went upstairs and retrieved a towel from the linen closet. When I got back to the living room, Guy was putting logs in the fireplace. He had removed his shirt and was just wearing a pair of athletic pants that were quite wet. I sat on the sofa and watched him start the fire. I must have been staring in a daze because when he finished with the fire, he stood up and turned toward me. I heard him say, ‘hello. Mrs. B?’ He was waving his hand at me to get my attention.
“I apologized to him and handed him the towel. As he reached out to take the towel from my hands, I saw him eying me up and down and I realized I still had not put on a robe. He then sat on the couch beside me and dried his head and upper body. Oh baby, I couldn’t take my eyes off him.” Tears started flowing again. “I’m so sorry,” she wept.
“Go on,” I said gently, “what happened?”
“Well, I made some comment about him getting the sofa all wet. He apologized profusely, but it was the way he did it that sent shivers all over my body. When he said he was ‘so sorry,’ he put his hand on my thigh and kind of slid it toward my knee as he stood up. I froze. I didn’t know what to do. It seemed rather innocent, but then again it seemed rather forward of him. If that wasn’t enough, he then proceeded to remove his pants. Baby, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. He had his back to me at first, but when he turned to face me his penis was, um, shall we say, ‘somewhat firm.’ He wasn’t huge and he wasn’t erect, but I could see he was getting turned on. Maybe he was staring at me in my PJs. I don’t know. I didn’t look at his face. Oh baby,” she sniffled and let out a brief sob, “I was so mesmerized by his cock. I was just staring at it and he was letting me stare.
“He then reached out and gently stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. I couldn’t move. My mind was so conflicted. I knew this situation was all wrong, but at the same time, it all felt so right. I wanted to experience his penis. I wanted to put my hands around it; feel it’s firm softness. I wanted to put it in my mouth and taste it’s saltiness.” She began to cry as she said, “I wanted to feel it inside me.”
At this point she completely broke down again, her body shaking as she sobbed. “Oh God! I’m so sorry, Jim! I don’t want to wreck our marriage! I don’t know why, but it’s like I couldn’t help myself! I just had to feel that penis!”
I pulled her close again and she sobbed for a few minutes into my chest. I put my hand on her head and smoothed her hair down to her shoulders. After repeating that a few times, I caressed the small of her back in small circles until she stopped crying. She sat upright and I could see the tears running down her cheeks and dripping from her jaw. I took of my shirt, which was quite damp, and my undershirt. With the lower part of the undershirt, I wiped the tears from her face.
“I understand, honey.” I said, “Really, I do. Now tell me what happened next.”
“Well, I reached out for his penis. I was so nervous. My stomach was full of butterflies and my hand was shaking, but I wrapped my hand around his growing penis and pulled him closer to me. Then I just rubbed it all over with both hands. I rubbed his inner thighs, his scrotum, his balls, and his penis. He was completely hard by then and a little bit of precum started to ooze from the tip. He was circumcised and I would guess about 7 or 8 inches long with moderate girth. It wasn’t gigantic or anything. It was just…beautiful.
“As I fondled him, he reached down and started fondling my breasts; just kneading each in turn with his right hand. Then he reached down and pulled my pajama top up from the bottom. I didn’t resist. I just lifted my arms and let him slide it up over my head. Then I bent toward him and put his penis in my mouth.” The crying started again as she recalled the physical start of her infidelity.
This time I took her right hand and placed it on my crotch. Her eyes opened wide in disbelief and the crying stopped with a sniffle. “Are you hard!?” She asked, incredulously. I just smiled at her. “This is turning you on?”
I nodded, “Please continue.”
After another brief sniffle, and with an indescribable look that was kind of a mix of astonishment and relief, she continued. “Well, I ran my tongue around the head of his cock, then from the bottom of his shaft to the tip. I put the whole head in my mouth and took him in as far as I could, which wasn’t very far. My gag reflex is too sensitive. Then I took his cock in hand and rubbed it around my face, smearing my saliva and his precum around my cheeks and chin.