I write consumer product instructions at work, but have always wanted to write short stories. When I related the outline of my adventure to my girlfriend, she directed me to this website as the perfect vehicle to publish my true story. So, here goes…. It was around 11 at night about a year ago when I finally joined my husband John in bed after all my evening chores with the house and the kids and getting ready for my work the next day. We hadn't had sex for almost three weeks, which was about average, and I was horny. Being a work night, John was already in bed almost asleep when I slipped in next to him and pulled the covers down exposing his body from the groin up. I leaned over and kissed his tummy as I fondled his limp cock. Not getting anywhere with my hand, I started to suck it and he came almost fully awake. His reply to me telling him I wanted some was his usual excuse of being too tired, so I rolled away and lay there as he immediately fell back asleep. I tried to fall asleep, but was too horny, so got up, checked to make sure the kids were fast asleep, and went downstairs into the dark lounge. I pulled my nightgown up above my breasts as I sat in the middle of the sofa with my bum on the front edge of the cushions. I slumped my upper body back and opened my legs wide, stretching them out. I started by rubbing and caressing my breasts with my hands, then progressed to pinching and pulling my nipples, which always gets me going. After a few minutes, I moved one hand down my tummy over my hairy mound, and slipped my fingers along my groove which was already moist and half swollen from caressing my breasts. I played there for a little while, penetrating my entrance with one finger, slowly building up my arousal because I wanted an explosive come when the time came. When I inserted a second finger, my passion started to get away from me. I added a third finger and pushed them in deep as I thrust my hips upward like I was responding to a man taking me. Pinching one nipple hard with my other hand, I began a long come, my hips thrashing around on the cushion and pushing upward against my fingers which were a blur of thrusting movement. Trying as best as I could not to make much sound, the muffled moans of my climax soon filled the room. I thrashed out my orgasm for quite a while, enhancing it with my other hand rubbing my clit to prolong it as much as I could. At the end, my body collapsed in exhaustion and I lay there with my legs stretched out wide open and my fingers still slowly sliding over my clit. I realized I must have fallen asleep for a little when I awoke with a start. Not bothering to clean up, I just went back to bed and thought if John wakes up later and smells my pussy odor, maybe it will get him to do me; however, no such luck for he was already in the shower when I awoke to the alarm. I'm 39 and married for 18 years with two teenage kids. Between working full time and taking care of our home and the kids, I'm usually too tired for sex many nights. To compound this, as John advanced his way up at work he had to put in more long hours, so he's also usually too tired most nights, and nights are our best opportunity for sex since the weekends are usually filled with kids activities and errands during the day and our own social obligations at night. When I want it and he's too tired or not in the mood, it's a lot easier to bring myself off downstairs in the lounge after he falls asleep. I've talked to him about our sexual disconnect and we've tried to make more time and effort but without much success, and I've become suspicious that after so many years of familiarity, John may be more interested in his work than me so long as he gets some once a month or so. And that once a month or so just is no longer anywhere near as passionate or satisfying as earlier in our marriage. As a result, I started noticing other men, and I guess when a woman notices men in that way she sends off waves of something that men recognize and they start paying attention to her as an available woman. At least that's what happened to me. A handsome married co-worker I had been attracted to for several years suddenly started paying attention to me. It started out as chatting in the hallway or at the water fountain, then him stopping by my desk for a few comments, then invitations to lunch with the lunches turning into flirting after I hinted about the waning sex in my marriage, until one day he asked me to have an affair with him. I was a bit startled, but very flattered, and actually started to think seriously about us taking an afternoon off and shagging at a hotel near work, or meeting him for a few hours on a Saturday. That night I was more than usually horny and approached John in bed for sex and didn't take no for an answer. I sucked his cock to hardness and shagged my brains out riding him. He got turned on by my aggressiveness and gave me a wonderful ride and spurting his cum up me at the end as I wailed out my come. Afterward, he asked what had gotten into me, and I answered, "You mean other than your cock?" I had never spoken to him like that and he was startled, then said, "There's something different about you tonight. What is it?" I guess I was so relaxed after having just had this wonderful climax and deep orgasm that I just blurted out, "Well, if you must know, Gerald at work took me to lunch today and asked me to have an affair with him." When hubby's sudden surprise abated, he asked me, "And what did you tell him?" "I didn't," I said, "I brushed it off and came to you tonight for sex." H thought for a few moments getting a strange look on his face, then asked me, "Would you like to do that? I mean, have sex with him?" I was shocked and replied, "What do you mean? You mean you'd want me to go to bed with another man? What about our marriage vows? What about fidelity?" He again thought for a moment, then asked, "Can I be honest with you?" A chill ran through me as my immediate thought was he was going to tell me he was having an affair. Instead, he ticked off each of my questions by telling me he'd had a recurring fantasy of watching me with another man for several years but was afraid to mention it before, and that if he agreed to me having another man it wouldn't be a violation of our vows or fidelity to each other since I would have his permission. I told him I didn't think I could do that and thought it best if we went to sleep. He soon fell asleep, but I lay there next to him thinking about our startling conversation. Visions of Gerald undressing me, kissing me, caressing me, coming in me, and giving me a fabulous orgasm not only kept me awake, but got me so horny I started to play with myself. I thought about going downstairs to the lounge, but I was too far gone, so I continued where I was, trying not to awaken my husband. When I was about halfway to a climax, my body movements did wake him. He immediately knew what I was doing and said as he hugged me, "You're horny for it from Gerald, aren’t you? Here, let me help you." He pulled my fingers out of my wet pussy and replaced them with his own as he sucked my nipples, soon giving me a wonderful climax. He then climbed aboard and shagged me to another come with a cock harder then his usual normal as he came in me again. When we cuddled afterward, he said, "I think you just imagined it was Gerald shagging you instead of me." I was embarrassed at the accuracy of his statement, but he insisted on knowing, so I admitted I did imagine it was Gerald's cock making me come. That admission seemed to push both of us over an invisible boundary of marital fidelity. He kissed me deeply, then said, "You should do it, than tell me about when you get home while I fuck you." I said, "You're really serious, aren't you?" He replied, "Well, don't you really want to do it with him? After a long pause, I finally admitted "Yes….Yes, I'd like to go to bed with him and see what it feels like to have another man after all these years. The thought of it makes me really horny, but I don't want to hurt you or our marriage." He ended it by saying, "Let me know how you want to arrange it. We'll have more time to talk about it tomorrow, it being Saturday. We're tired now and need our sleep." He soon fell asleep, but I was so turned on by the idea of another man between my legs, I lay there for a long time imagining what it would be like. In what seemed like only a few minutes later, I was awakened in a very groggy state when I felt the weight of my husband between my legs and his cock entering me. With the first partial thrust of his cock up me, I came almost fully awake and gave a little protest before realizing it felt good. He gave me a deep kiss as he thrust further inside and said, "I just woke up so horny from our talk, I couldn't help it. I want you. Do you mind?" Coming fully awake, I wrapped my arms and legs around him, and replied as I thrust my hips up into him, "No, not at all. I'm still wet and horny from thinking about letting Gerald have me this is just what I need right now." We shagged for a long time, both of us wanting to thoroughly enjoy our renewed lust for each other. We had a delicious mutual come at the end of what seemed like a 20 minute shag, something we hadn't done in years. Saturday and Sunday were interesting as we maneuvered the kids out of the house each day so we could be alone to have sex. We couldn't get enough of one another, and we must have had each other four or five times during those two days plus several times at night in our bedroom when the kids were asleep. It was like a second honeymoon. By the time Monday morning came, my parts were raw from overuse, but it felt wonderful to be so sexually alive. At work I told Gerald I wanted to go to bed with him and we agreed on Thursday night when he could get away from his wife with the excuse of some monthly meeting of his. The next three nights of sex with John were a replay of the weekend. We had each other at least twice at night in bed and again in the morning before work. Finally, Thursday evening came. We told the kids I was going to a gathering at my girlfriend's house and at 7:30 I walked out to be picked up by Gerald in his car at the end of the lane. It would be 15 minutes each way to the nearby motorway motel plus a couple of hours in bed with Gerald, so I should be back by 11 with the kids in bed and asleep so John and I could enjoy the aftermath in bed. Being with Gerald was a fabulous experience. I was so wet and horny by the time we entered the room, I was all over him. Thinking about it later when I told John about it, I was actually embarrassed about the way I acted. I entered the room ahead of Gerald, took only two or three steps, then turned and pulled him into me as he was locking the door behind us. I had never before been so aggressive with a man. I pulled his face into mine and kissed him, almost immediately thrusting my tongue into his mouth. Although initially surprised, he quickly caught up with me and we almost ripped each other's clothes off. Later I realized the fabulous new sexual life John and I had during the five days leading up to this must have eliminated any inhibitions I normally would have had with a new man. Anyway, the next two and a half hours consisted of one sexual act after another with Gerald performing like a 20 year old. He told me near the end his stamina and ability to come in me multiple times was almost certainly due to the intense horniness a man experiences when having a new woman for the first time. I had the same experience since I couldn't get enough of him that night either. He gave me come after come with his fingers, mouth, and cock. By the end, his cum was smeared all around my groin and the inside of my upper thighs. When he brought me a wet towel to use as I lay on my back on the bed after the last time he came in me, I refused and told him as I slipped on my panties that preserving the evidence of our passion would be my gift to my husband when I returned home. I told him John would be waiting in bed for me to tell him all about it. Gerald was startled, then smiled when he said with a wry smile on his face, "There's even more to you than I realized. You're using me to revitalize the flagging sex in your marriage, aren't you?" I asked, "You aren't angry, are you?" He quickly answered, "No. Not at all. But I want you to tell me all about it at our next lunch out at work." I got off the bed and finished dressing. As I reached for my coat, he came up behind me, put his arms around my waist as he pushed his body into mine, humping my bum with his hips. His hands moved up to my breasts and caressed them through my bra with his fingers soon pinching my nipples through the thin material of my blouse. He kissed the side of my neck as he moved his hands down over my tummy and the front of my thighs, then lifted my skirt up to my waist and slipped his hands under the waistband of my panties and into my groin. As he pushed my panties down with one hand, his slipped the fingers of his other hand into my sopping wet pussy and began fingering me. I leaned my head back against his chest and moved my legs further apart to give him greater access. As he fingered me, his breathing was labored and laden with passion. When I moaned out that I needed to return home, he said, "I want you again! I can't get enough of you." He pulled me to the edge of the bed, turned me to face the mattress, and pushed my panties down my legs. I stepped one foot out of them, but didn't have time to remove my other foot when he quickly pushed my upper body down onto the mattress and spread my legs further apart with his hand. He then rammed his hard cock up me with a single strong thrust. Holding my hips with his hands, he fucked me hard and fast in a frenzy of lust. As my passion was rising, he started pounding me preparatory to coming. I urged him to hold off so I could come with him, but he was too far gone and came in me with grunts and gasps as he deposited another load of cum up me. When he was finished, he apologized for selfishly taking his pleasure, but I shrugged it off by reminding him he had made me come so many times already. When he withdrew his cock, I felt his cum start to run out and quickly pulled up my panties to capture as much of it as I could to show to John when he slid them down my legs at home. In the car on the way home, I could feel my panties being soaked by the cum seeping out of my pussy. He parked in the shadows at the end of our lane and we spent some minutes kissing and caressing, neither of us wanting the passionate night to end. I finally got out of his car and he watched as I walked up the lane. I hadn't so much as combed my hair since I wanted John to see me as I was fresh from another man's bed when I returned to him. My lipstick and other make-up were worn off or smeared, my hair was a tangled mess, and my lips were swollen from hours of kissing, I had bite marks and small bruises in various places around my neck, breasts, groin and upper thighs from Gerald's passionate possession of me. I wanted John to see it all and know I am a desirable woman other men want to ravish. When I walked into the foyer, I couldn't believe how wanton I felt. This certainly was a new me. I hung up my coat and climbed the stairs to our bedroom. John was lying naked on the bed with his hard on standing straight up. He leered at me as he looked me over, staring at my disheveled state, and said, "You look like you had a good time. I hope you're still a bit horny because I want you." I smiled and as I started to undress, I said, "You wouldn't believe how many times he had me." I quickly shed my outer clothing, then became provocative as I slowly and sexily removed my bra. He clearly saw my breasts were swollen with residual passion, my nipples still red from Gerald's mouth, and his bite marks around my nipples were clearly visible. In spite of all the sex I'd had from Gerald, I wanted John to take me. I said to him in a husky voice as I pushed my fingers under the waistband of my panties, "I have a treat for you, but you need to sit on the edge of the bed." He got into position and I slowly approached him, sexily swinging my hips from side to side. I sidled up, pulled his face into my tummy, and told him to breathe in deeply. then asked, "Can you smell my pussy? And can you smell Gerald's cum?" He deeply inhaled several times, moaning with rising passion, then looked up into my face and said, "Yes. How many times did he have you? And how many times did you come?" I responded, "Later. I'll tell you all about it. It was a lot of times for both of us, but I've lost the exact count. But right now, I just want you to fuck me." John looked shocked as I had never used the F-word with him before. I leered at him and said, "Pull my panties down and enjoy what I've brought back for you." He grasped my panties just inches from his face and pulled them down. As he got them below my groin, even I could smell the odor of pussy juice and male cum wafting up past my nose. John sniffed it and was beside himself with passion. He buried his nose in my groin and inhaled the odor deeply several times, then rubbed his hands around the still wet cum covering my groin before pushing his fingers into my swollen and slippery pussy. He felt around, arousing me as his fingers, then he thumbed my clit. He ended up giving me quite a fingering and my hips were soon thrusting against his hand, until I moaned, "John, fuck me now. I know you want me, so take me now!" He pulled me onto his body as he lay back, then rolled us over with me on my back. He spread my legs, then mounted me, shoving his hard cock violently up me. Overcome with passion from waiting for so long for me to return from being with Gerald, he fucked me hard and fast and came quickly. Then he continued to fuck me more deliberately, giving me the opportunity to catch up with him. We fucked for some time and when he came again, I had a small one. By this time, I was finally spent from so much sex and told him I needed to go to sleep. I slept so deeply until the alarm went off the next morning I didn't remember him having me during the night. He told me about it when he was in me again after I awoke. This quickly evolved into a threesome with John and Gerald sharing me at a nearby motorway hotel every few weeks when Gerald can find some excuse to get away from home for a few hours in the evening or during the weekend. This has become more and more difficult as his wife is becoming suspicious, but we'll cross that bridge when we have to.