He’s Screwing My Wife!

I guess the fact that I discovered my wife of 31 years in bed with another man was as much my fault as hers. It was a jolt, to be sure, but because I didn’t panic, I think ultimately it led to some changes that not only helped our marriage but made it far better than I ever thought possible.

It still surprises me that seeing Greta like that, and hearing her groans of ­encouragement while Rocco fucked her, affected me the way it did. I wasn’t angry and I didn’t think of charging in and demanding a divorce. I loved her, and in my heart I knew she loved me, and I was determined this wasn’t going to end our marriage. But that’s not the response of mine that surprised me—that shocked the hell out of me, really. As I stood watching my beautiful wife in this most intimate moment, I felt not anger, but sexual excitement!

Indeed, when Greta began making sounds I recognized as her approaching orgasm, I actually took out my cock and began to jack off! And when she said, “Oh God, harder, please, I’m almost there,” I shot my jism all over the hall carpet, as powerful a climax as I could ever remember having, so loud that I thought for a moment they might have heard my groans of release.

I should tell you something about Greta and me. I’m very successful professionally, and we live an active and comfortable life. I’m in good shape for a 56-year-old, thanks to a brief exercise routine each morning and twice-weekly swimming at our health club.

Greta at 53 is still one hell of a fine-looking woman. It’s no brag when I say that she could easily pass for a woman ten (if not more!) years younger. Her breasts, which aren’t that large, are still firm with no sag, and she has fabulous legs, an enticing butt and a tummy that is almost flat. (She doesn’t just go to the club, she works out seriously.)

I always thought that our sex life was fine, but I know now that it was always mundane. We rarely practiced oral sex, and never to climax. We never even discussed anal, and for years used only the missionary position. When we actually had sex, it was in our bedroom, and almost always with the lights out. The truth is, as I became more involved in my profession, our lovemaking became more infrequent.

Seeing Greta fucking Rocco that day helped me realize that something was wrong, that somewhere along the line my wife and I may both have lost sight of our love for each other. As I sat in my office that afternoon, I vowed to set some changes in motion. For three days I thought about little else, until I felt certain of what I wanted to say.

Finally, on Friday evening, as we got in bed, I said, “Sweetheart, I have something to confess. Tuesday afternoon I came home early, around two, and saw you and Rocco in the bedroom.” The color seemed to drain from her face, and she put her hands over her face and began to cry. She cried so hard, her whole body shook. It took me a long time to get her quieted down to where we could talk.

When I did, she said, “I can’t expect you to ever forgive me, Ray, and I won’t fight you if you want a divorce.” Then she started to cry again, and again it took awhile for me to settle her down. Then I said, “No, Greta, I don’t hate you, and I don’t want a divorce or anything like that.”

She just stared at me. Finally she said, “But Ray, what you saw, what I did—I mean, I was unfaithful to you. You must hate me.”

“Greta, listen to me,” I said. “I’ve thought about nothing else for three days. I just have one question, and I want you to answer honestly. Do you still love me?”

She sat there for a moment, then said, “Yes, of course I still love you. I always have, but—”

“No buts, Greta. Just the one word, yes or no.”

She looked at me, tears running down her cheeks, and said, “Yes, Ray, I still love you.”

I took her in my arms and said, “And I still love you, sweetheart, with all my heart, and while I hope we’ll change some things, one thing I want you to know is that what happened has not changed my love for you.”

We sat holding each other for a long time. Then I said, “Look, Greta, what happened is as much my fault as yours. I’ve become wrapped up in work and allowed our marriage, our love, to lose priority.” She started to say something, but I stopped her. “I want us to change that, starting today. I know we can if we’re both willing to try.”

She looked confused and said, “Yes, of course, but given, you know, what I did, how can you—?”

I didn’t let her finish. “Listen to me. What happened is something we can talk about, but we can’t let it come between us. Can we agree to that?”
We sat for a minute, until Greta said, “Yes, I guess. But how do we start, Ray? You said we could change, but how do we start?”

I took a deep breath and said, “I’ve thought about that a lot these last few days, and while I do believe that we still love each other, I think we’ve forgotten how to be ‘in love.’ As a result, how we express that love, our lovemaking, has become stale. Maybe we just began to take each other for granted and forgot that we’re sexual beings with sexual needs. I still love you, and I believe you when you say you love me, but if we’re honest, we’ll admit that while our love may be strong, our lovemaking has become mundane.

“I did nothing to change it. Maybe that’s partly why I can forgive what happened. Oh, I had desires, things I wanted us to try, but I was too unsure of how you’d feel, so I kept silent. Some­how, seeing you that day has freed me to talk about them. Our lovemaking grew so routine, we mostly just gave up. But we can change that if we’re willing to try. We have to be adventurous, willing to try new ideas, maybe even some that seem a little kinky at first. The key is, we have to trust each other, talk to each other and most of all be committed to making it better.”

When I finished, we sat there for what seemed like an hour, until Greta said, “Ray, I do love you, and I think what you said is right. I promise I’ll be open to any idea you have. But first I want us to talk about what happened. I want you to know it was the first and only time I’ve ever done anything like that.

“Rocco and I got acquainted at Catherine’s lawn party a few months ago. He began stopping by during the day, and it got out of hand. I don’t love him. It’s just that I was so lonely, and somehow it happened.”

She started to cry again. I said, “I know this may sound crazy, but what happened could actually make our marriage better.” She stopped crying, and I went on. “It made me realize there was something missing in our relationship, something I hope we can fix. And about Tuesday, there’s something you should know. As I stood in the hallway watching the two of you, I became excited, so excited that I began stroking myself and came. Since then, each time I think about it and see that scene again in my mind, I get excited again and have to jack off to relieve myself.”

We sat there silently for a minute, until Greta said, “You mean just watching made you—”

Seeing her confusion, I said, “I won’t pretend to understand it either, sweetheart, but watching you with Rocco, seeing his cock going in and out of you, hearing the sounds you made, excited me more than I’ve been in years. Like I said, ever since then I’ve jacked off frequently while picturing it.”

My cock had been hard for some time, and now Greta, lying in my arms, was rubbing her leg up and down mine. She had on a skimpy nightgown that hid nothing. We kissed with more passion than we’d felt in years. I was possessed, like I couldn’t get enough of her. Our kisses turned into tongue fights. I kissed her neck and shoulders, then pulled off her top and kissed all around her tits, finally taking each nipple in my mouth and sucking it until both became hard and bright pink.

Greta held my mouth to her breast. Her breathing was short and rapid, ­almost a pant. I took off her panties and moved between her legs, then gently pushed her legs up toward her chest until she was completely exposed to me. I said, “I’m going to lick your pussy now, Greta. It’s beautiful. I want to make love to it.”

I kissed all around her pussy without ever touching it. She only lightly trims her pussy hair, so I kissed it as well. Then I did something that I had often wanted to do but never had. I gently licked her asshole.

She jumped and said, “God, Ray, that feels awesome! Oh yes, sweetheart, lick my ass! It feels so good!”

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gone down on Greta, and when she started begging me to eat her pussy, I wanted nothing more than to satisfy her completely. I wasted no time moving to her dripping cunt. Her outer lips were swollen. I licked my way quickly to her clit, which was hard and extended far out of its hood. I sucked it as if it was a small cock. She quickly screamed, “Oh fuck, Ray, I’m going to come! Oh fuck, I can’t stop! Now, Ray!”

Each time she neared her peak, I backed off and let her recover, then started again. After maybe five times, the next time that I tried to stop she groaned, “Fuck no, Ray, you have to finish me now. I can’t stand it anymore. Please, baby!” So this time I drove her all the way home.

Afterward, I took her in my arms. She said, “That felt heavenly, Ray. I’ve never felt like that before. I can’t even find the words to tell you how loved you made me feel.”

We lay like that for a deliciously long time. Finally Greta said, “Ray, I want to please you now. I’m going to suck your cock. I want you to come in my mouth, and I want to swallow all of it.”

I said, “You don’t have to do that, Greta, really.” This was a subject we had discussed long ago. She had voiced reservations about my coming in her mouth, let alone her swallowing my come.

“No,” she said, “I want to. I know you’ve wanted it for a long time, and we just said we would try new things! You did something you never did before, and it felt wonderful. Now I want to do the same.” With that, she kissed me, then moved down and laid her head on my stomach and began gently licking the head of my cock. Soon she moved again and took the head in her mouth and began sucking.

Not long after that she again adjusted her position between my legs and said, “Watch me, sweetheart. I want you to watch me suck you until you come.” As I watched, she became lost in what she was doing, sucking me and jacking my cock all at once, with her saliva running down my cock. I knew I wasn’t going to last long and said, “Suck me, baby! Suck the come out of me! Oh God, I’m so close! Yes, baby! Here it comes!” And I shot stream after stream of hot jism in her mouth. She caught it all without losing a drop.

When it was over, I looked down at her and watched as she swallowed my entire load. Then she moved up and kissed me, allowing me to taste my own ejaculate for the first time.

When we unlocked our lips, she said, “I’ve wasted too many years, baby. That felt so special, and you tasted so good, I hope you’ll want me to do that again soon.”

I smiled and said, “I think you can count on it, sweetie.”

Later, as we held each other, Greta said almost teasingly, “What other changes are we going to make, Ray? Besides what we’ve done tonight.”

“Well,” I said, “I can think of several. Would you like to hear them?”

She took my soft cock in her hand and said, “I can’t wait.”

While she played with my hardening cock, I said, “Well, I suggest that when we go out to dinner, sometimes you neglect to wear either panties or a bra.”

She giggled and said, “But aren’t you afraid some man might see up my dress and see, well, everything?”

I chuckled and kissed her, then said, “Yes, I’ve thought of that possibility, and I must say it appeals to me.”

“What other things do you have in mind, my creative husband?”

“Oh, sometime soon I think I’ll take you to a strange city and find a public place and fuck you where there’s a likelihood of us being seen. Or maybe we’ll go to a downtown hotel and I’ll fuck you by a window where we might be seen. I haven’t decided which.”
“My,” she said, “we are going to be naughty, aren’t we?”

“Yes,” I said, “we’re going to do lots of naughty things, and in the process we’re going to have fun and fall even more in love than we already are.”

By now both of us were aroused. As Greta played with my cock, she said, “What else, Ray? Any more ideas to make things more exciting for us?”

I could hardly believe it, but my cock was hard again! That hadn’t happened in I-didn’t-know-how-many years. “Well,” I said, “I have one in mind.”

She kissed me and said, “Tell me!”

“Baby, I’ve always wanted to fuck your virgin ass. Do you think you would be receptive to that?”

I didn’t how she would react. But she pushed the blanket down, kissed my cockhead and said, “Do you want to do it right now, Ray? Use this hard cock to fuck me in the ass?”

I felt light-headed but managed to say, “Yes, Greta, I want to fuck your tight virgin ass.”

“Okay then,” she said. “Just promise you’ll be gentle.”

I took her in my arms and kissed her, then said, “Of course, I promise.”

I got out of bed and fetched some lubricant, then had her get on her hands and knees and placed several pillows under her tummy. When she was in posi­tion, I put a liberal amount of lube on my cock, then took more on my finger and started to work it into her asshole. At first she jumped, but I took my time, using first one finger and later two, until she began to relax.

It took awhile, but when Greta was ­taking two fingers with some ease, I moved up and placed my cock against her asshole and pushed. At first I couldn’t get in. I tried pushing harder. The head of my cock slid in, but she cried out, “Oh God, Ray! Please stop for a minute!”

I held still until finally I felt her begin to relax. I asked, “Are you all right, baby?” She said yes, but kind of ­uncertainly, so I waited until I felt her sphincter relax, then began to move very slowly in and out, always feeding her just a little more cock. It took a long time, but finally I had all but an inch buried in her, and I started long, slow strokes. She began to get in the game.

“Is it too much, sweetie?” I said. “Are you okay? Do you want for me to stop?”

“No, Ray,” she said, “It’s okay. I can handle it now. I want you to have me, to fuck me in the ass.”

Again I knew I was going to come quickly, partly from the excitement of what I was doing and partly from the velvety viselike grip that her ass had on my cock. I began giving her my full six inches, with my balls slapping her pussy. Suddenly I was there. “Damn, baby, I’m going to come!

I’m going to fill your hot ass full of come!”

She was making sounds I had never heard her make, and then I was coming like I had never come, until I was spent. Soon my cock slipped out, and we both collapsed on the bed and lay trying to catch our breath from the most intense sexual experience of our lives.

When I could manage it, I rolled over and took her in my arms. “Are you all right, baby?” I said. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, sweetheart,” she said. “Well, it was no picnic at first, but once I got used to it, I was fine.” We lay like that for a long time, until she turned on her side facing me and said, “Ray, I feel so bad about what I did with Rocco. Are you sure you can truly forgive me?”

I looked her in the eyes and said, “Yes, I truly can, and I have. In fact, I want to ask you about that, and I want you to tell me the truth. Promise?”

She nodded her head and said, “Yes. What do you want to know?”

“Did you enjoy being with Rocco? Was the sex good? I mean, did you come with him?” When she looked concerned, I said, “It’s all right, honey.I just want to know.”

Finally she said, “I guess so.”

I knew this was hard for her, so I ­reassured her again, then asked, “Was his cock big?”

She hesitated again, but finally said, “Yes, I guess so.”

I should have stopped there, but I didn’t. “Bigger than mine?” I said. It was clear that she was really uneasy, so I said, “I’m not threatened by this, baby, really. Just tell me.”

“Okay, yes, he’s bigger than you, and yes, the sex was good, and yes, I came. I don’t understand why you’re asking these things.”
Now I was the one who hesitated. Finally I said, “Seeing you like that, with another guy, having sex, well, it was tremendously exciting for me. I can’t explain it, Greta, but I got so hot watching you with him, I was shaking, and when I took my cock out, I barely was able to touch it before I came.”

I guess she finally figured out what was on my mind. She said, “What are you saying, Ray? Are you saying you enjoy watching?”

After some hesitation I said, “Yes, sweetheart, I did enjoy watching you, and I confess I would like to do it again. Not with Rocco, but maybe with someone else. A stranger, I’m thinking. I mean, someone I would locate and make sure was safe. I know it sounds crazy, honey, and I don’t understand it myself, but I would like for us to someday do something like that. Would you ever consider such a thing?”
I watched her face. I’m not sure I was even breathing!

Finally she said, “I don’t know, Ray. I just don’t know.” After a moment she said, “But if it’s really and truly something you want for us to try, I promise I’ll think about it, and we can talk about it some more. Is that all right?”

“That’s more than all right, baby.”

I’m looking forward to writing again to let you know what she decided!

— R.F., Jacksonville, Florida