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His Wife And The Other Man

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Erotic Story Submitted By Bob

It came as a sudden surprise to me when my wife, Elie, whom I love dearly, came to me and said, "Gabe, I need to tell you something. I'll be going away for the weekend with some of my coworkers over the 23rd, 24th, and 25th. There's this guy, Jack Turley, that I fancy, and we've been flirting a bit. I'll be back on Monday, and we can spend a cozy evening together."

The words stunned me like a sledgehammer blow, and I reeled in confusion as my mind struggled to comprehend what I'd heard. With those words, our marriage was severely impacted. "Are you saying that you want an open marriage where we can fuck anyone we choose and come back home to be married again? Is that what you want? I don't want you to go with him! I'm begging you not to do it, and I'm asking you not to go on this weekend that you've planned."I replied.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll be back on Monday, and nothing will have changed. I'll make it up to you then. Live with it," she replied nonchalantly.

"I suppose that what you are proposing is an open marriage where our marriage vows mean nothing?" I replied.

"I guess you can call it that if you want," she replied callously.

As far as I was concerned unless this was a consensual decision this was cheating! As we prepared for bed a few moments later, a barrier had come between us, and there was no intimacy as we lay back to back. I slept very little that night as I planned for some resolution to our problem. I know that I had not been there for the last few years of our marriage. I guess I had found it easier to delve into my work and numb myself to the growing unhappiness. I had to wonder if this was real, as it certainly felt like a blow that woke me from the emotional slumber I had been in for so long now. Yet the idea of her with Jack made me seethe. I wonder if she knew just how much she was hurting me and how she might feel if the role was reversed.

The next morning, as we prepared for work, the bedroom was filled with a kind of tension as I again begged her to abandon her tryst with Jack Turley. By the time I'd left the house for work, there was a sort of animosity building between us. My morning at work was filled with remorse as I reviewed the events of the last couple of days, and I called her office to set up a luncheon date.

Elie said simply, "Sorry, Jack's taking me to lunch at the Seaside Restaurant, and I don't want to back out because, unlike you, he actually listens to me." The seaside, eh? Suddenly, I had a plan. I called Jenny from our accounting department and explained what was happening. I needed a woman to parade in front of my wife and her potential lover - one as beautiful and sexy as her!

It was at ten past noon when we entered the Seaside Restaurant and walked arm in arm together past Elie and Jack. As we did, I felt Elie's eyes fixed on us. Jenny added a bit of spice to her roll as she grabbed my arm and kissed me on the neck as we sat in our private booth. Once inside the booth, I turned to Jenny and thanked her for the good show.

Her reply was simply, "Hell, I'm getting a nice dinner and some real attention out of this - beats a tuna sandwich at my desk!" We ate lunch, ignored my wife, and left.

It was just after three o'clock when Jenny came into my office and said that I had a light workload today. "Why don't you and I go to your house and have a drink as we wait for your wife to return?"

Surprised by her offer, I readily agreed, and around six o'clock, when Elie normally returned, we were comfortably seated on the sofa with drinks in our hands. When she arrived, the reaction was immediate as Elie's displeasure was apparent.

"Who's your friend sitting there beside you with her shoes off? Have we met?" she asked sarcastically.

"Oh, sorry, Elie! This is Jenny, my friend from the office. I thought we might enjoy dinner here tonight."

The two women eyed each other with their hostility showing. "Hey! If you think I'm cooking dinner for her tonight, you're mistaken!" Elie said angrily, "Please get her out of my house."

It was Jenny who spoke first, "Come on, Gabe. I can cook dinner at my place." Then, we arose and started to leave. Elie screamed angrily after me, "Gabe, you come back in here this instant." I was gone and did not look back. I took Jenny to her car and went back to a friendly bar where I nursed a gin and tonic and tried to think.

It was slightly past ten when I returned home to find Elie in a belligerent mood. "Where the hell have you been? What have you been doing?"

I spoke carefully as I replied, "Took Jenny home. Had some dinner."

Suddenly her mood shifted. "Why are you doing this?"

"I do love you. I'll always be in love with you, but as long as you insist on going with Jack, it'll be an open marriage, and I'll be free to date other women as you'll be free to date, Jack."

I decided to say nothing and let her words linger in the air.

That night we slept in the same bed but quite apart. The next morning was passed in silence between my wife, and I. Elie was angry though she suppressed it well.

At work, it was slightly after ten when I received a call from Elie asking me to meet her for lunch. It was then that I replied, "I'm sorry, hon. I seem to have an appointment for lunch. Perhaps next week sometime after you get back from your trip."

There was a long silence before Elie replied, "Can we talk later?"

"I'll be home around ten. I've got a date to take Jenny for dinner at Guiseppe's. We'll probably talk some before I go home."

So it was that I called Jenny and asked her to dinner, and she replied, "I'd love to Gabe, but be careful as I just might to seduce you for real. You're a real sexy man!"

It was as we sat at dinner at the Italian restaurant that I saw Jenny arrive, unescorted, and I motioned her to our table. "You remember Jenny, don't you?" I said as I rose to seat her at our table. As I motioned for the waiter, I asked what she'd if she wanted dinner as well, and Elie answered, "I'm not hungry." Jenny and I finished our meal, and we ate in silence as we prepared to leave.

I suggested that I'd take Jenny home and get back home in a couple of hours. "Why don't I go with you when you take her home?"

Elie spoke, and I replied, "I don't think that's a good idea. I'll see you at home."Again it was about 10 o'clock when I returned to our house. Elie was waiting, and her mood was serious but cordial. "Why are you doing this to me? I've told you that Jack means nothing to me. I just want fun and excitement."

I responded, "Jenny's only a friend. We mean nothing to each other. I find her quite attractive and fun to be with. Since you fancy Jack and want to do fun and exciting things with him, it seems only fair to me."

"Gabe, I never wanted to cause this situation to happen. I thought that you'd be upset and fight for me. You've got to fight for me."

I replied, "Well, this is different. The minute that I heard you tell me that you and Jack had agreed to go away for the weekend, I assumed that our marriage vows had been broken. The trust we had known was gone, and I was left with some serious decisions. I could either leave you and go my separate way or stay married to the woman I love but could no longer trust. That old bond between us had been ruptured, and I'm not sure that it can be repaired, but we are still a kind of mutual support for each other - we've been together a long time! I don't know how that'll play out."

Elie seemed hurt and scared as she spoke slowly, "My God, what have I done?" With that, she grew silent and went to the kitchen.

The rest of the evening, Elie and I remained silent, lost in our own thoughts. The next morning, I was up early and at my desk as usual by seven. The office was quiet at that hour, and I had learned that it was a time to perform the days most difficult work. By nine, the rest of the day began as I moved between telephone calls, meetings, and managerial duties. I was shortly after nine when Elie called and said, "Gabe, I'm sorry for all the pain and suffering I've caused you. Jack was a flirtation; we never did anything; he was an opportunity for me to feel appreciated while at the same time, stoke in you the desire you lost for me. Please forgive me. Can we meet someplace where we can talk?"

It was noon when we met in the diner near my office, and Elie was quick to continue apologizing. Then, she repeated, "Can you ever forgive me? Please give me another chance."

"It's not that easy, Elie," I said. "I have already forgiven you, but forgetting is another matter. You violated the trust I'd placed in you when you started lying to me about Jack, and without that trust, our relationship has changed."

"But this was in a sick way for us, it was my last hope to see if you cared," she protested, and I replied, "And for that, I have only your word - the word of a woman I can no longer trust."

She replied quickly, "Well, what about you, Gabe? You've been getting it on rather hot and heavy with Jenny lately," to which I replied, "I guess I must tell you that there was no sex between us and that this has been only in response to your actions. It was a charade."

Elie quickly replied, "I've seen it with my own eyes. How can you say that? The way she looks at you, there had to be intimacy!"

"You see what I mean? No matter how much I might reassure you, there'll always be a question because you made me doubt us!"

As Ellie's eyes grew glassy, she said simply, 'You made me doubt us for a long time. I have been a piece of furniture for you in this house. You ignore me; you lost track of me for a long time now. Where do we go from here? At the end of the day, I love you, and I believe you still love me. What can we do?"

I looked at Elie and saw the woman I had fallen in love with before our vows, the woman that I had been hiding from for years. While I knew we needed to reconnect emotionally, at that moment, all I could think about was how much I wanted her, needed her, and I lunged forward, taking her into my arms. The look on her face was one of shock and relief. As my lips met hers, the warmth from our mouths comforted one another. Our tongues slid effortlessly into one another's mouths with a rhythm only longtime lovers enjoy.

Her breast was becoming erect in my hand, and I felt my cock harden and pulse with an urgency of longing to be inside her. "I want you so much," I whispered, and hot tears began to stream down her face as she moaned and pulled me to the bedroom and onto the bed. Our clothes quickly came off; the feeling of her skin against her mind felt like silk, and I moved until the tip of my cock was resting on her vulva. She was so wet that I could feel it dripping down and cover the head of my penis as I moved against her. I had to be inside her, the feeling was irresistible, and with one flowing movement, I thrust inside of her, overwhelmed by the heat and tight folds of her wet pussy. Her thighs wrapped around my waist, and she pulled herself into me, causing me to go even deeper inside her.

I moaned, "I'm sorry baby, I love you; I'm sorry you felt so alone." She moaned and sighed and ran her fingers through my hair, clenching tufts of my hair in her fingers as she arched her back and came hard. Her whole body began to spasm, and I felt her vaginal walls contract massaging my cock with a ferocious force. As this feeling rippled through me, I felt a building of ecstasy that led to my explosive release thrusting deep into her gushing cunt as I came.

"Oh God, I love you," she cried as I came. The release was beyond physical we both let go of so much resentment, anger, and sadness. It was the beginning for us as we lay there in the glow of our sexual release. We found one another by having almost lost each other, and it was only through her desperate and overt flaunting of another man in my face that made me see the pain I was causing her.

It has been fifteen years since then, and we never lost one another again. We always made time for one another, understanding the priority and importance of our marriage.

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