murguia1943 Posted June 24, 2009 Posted June 24, 2009 My First Affair After his vasectomy my husband attempted to use his sterility as justification for swinging. Why he considered this a rational for swinging was beyond me. At 26 with 2 kids just entering school and 7 years of marriage I had the 7 year’s itch but not for swinging. Despite 2 children I looked the best in my life. I was not going to be a swinging grope toy. The concept of group or casual sex was unappealing. Instead of nixing the idea I let him play with it to learn how strongly he wanted it. I desired an affair to be viewed as sexually desirable by a lover while holding on to the security of marriage. I wanted my husband to remain faithful even if I had an affair. I allowed the swingers discussion to expand from theory to action. I warned about his being jealous his assurances he would never be jealous. I set conditions: Swinger meetings had to be in another city, limited to married couples and at our initial attendance we would not engage in sexual activities I let him pick a swinger’s group from the newspaper. There were 8 couples. We explained we were new to the game and were just there for the look see. Even if I had been thinking about swinging the look see reaffirmed my reluctance. Around 9 PM after the socializing and rather heavy drinking but before the action, we left. Once in the car I told my husband I was not ready yet. I wanted more time. I suggested I would see if I could not find a better arrangement. During the next month I quizzed him over and over about jealousy and my finding it difficult to have sex with another man. I told him I would try to be more open minded. I forbade him to flirt. I, however, flirted in his presence. He encouraged me as he equated it with my accepting swinging. I openly looked at men and smiled to the point some made advances despite my wedding ring and my husband accompanying me. I shooed these away light heartedly with my husband watching. He perceived these as tests of his jealousy which he was smugly passing. I never dated these men. I met my paramour alone. He was unknown by my husband. He was a young doctor in his internship. He was 3 years older, sophisticated, unmarried, and owned a Porsche. While average looking he smelled good and had a pleasant resonant timbered voice. He worked long nights as an intern 6 days a week. I met him at a mall while shopping for shoes for my husband. He looked at me. I gave my open flirt smile. He smiled back and asked my advice on shoes. I selected a pair of tan colored oxfords which he liked. They went with his slacks. He asked me what I was looking for. I answered a good looking man wearing tan oxford shoes. He laughed and we walked into the mall concourse. I was nervous but his voice calmed me. We had a cup of tea at a kiosk and introduced ourselves. We exchanged interests and he listened attentively. It was all innocent but he could see I was married by my ring. I was wearing gold and jade stud earrings. He commented about them and asked me if I ever wore dangling earrings. I said I had a small ring set but no dangling ones. He asked if I would like a pair. I was not sure what he meant but replied it depended on how they looked. He walked me to a nearby jewelry store where we looked for dangling earrings. He picked up ones with a pearl at the end of a dangling gold chain. He held them up to my earlobe. It was the first time we touched. It was just a brush but my ear and neck felt a glow. I took off the jade stud ones my husband had purchased. And put on the dangling ones. They caressed my neck when I moved. He insisted on buying them. I complained I did not know him but he assured me he wanted me to have them. They were not expensive but also not cheap. I would not have purchased them due to price. Back in the mall he asked if he could phone me. I gave him my number but told him to call during the day. He wrote it down in a little leather note book. I smiled and left, the earrings jiggling from cheek to the nape of my neck. Once back home I took them off and put them in the box they came with and hid them in my dresser drawer. I put back on my old ones. He called the next day and we talked for an hour. He wanted to see me again. I agreed to meet him for lunch on Saturday. I told him a lot about myself, things I did not tell others, even my husband. My husband only pretended to hear what I told him so I was enthralled the he actually listened. We talked about music, cooking, a novel he was reading and his Porsche. Saturday morning I told my husband a man who asked me to lunch. He was taken aback by my announcing I had a date. I asked if I should go. He was confused and unsure about the situation but then assured me it was “perfectly normal” and to go. I kept my wedding ring on but put on my new earrings. My husband wanted to know where I got them. I told him at the mall and they did not cost me much which was true. I met at the mall fountain. He gave a broad smile when he saw me approach. We strolled along the mall esplanade to a nice sit down restaurant. There he ordered wine and we chatted and flirted with the wine and lunch. He was happy I was wearing his earrings. Afterwards he took me shopping again. He led me to a dress boutique shop. I thought he was teasing but enjoyed his attention. He shifted through the racks and selected an expensive silken miniskirt dress. I was surprised he guessed my size. When I came out of the change room he smiled. I walked around while he watched. I looked good in it. He said, “That’s it” and told the cashier to ring it up. I protested but he opened his wallet and charged it. He next led me to a boutique woman’s shoe store. He watched while I tried on a few shoes. He selected a tan colored pair with three inch heels, an ankle strap and open toe. They matched the dress. After this he walked me to my car and said he wanted to see me again. I told him to call. I let him bend down and kiss me on the cheek. My cheek burned where he kissed as I drove home. At home my husband wanted to know all about my lunch and if anything had happened as I was gone 4 hours. I told him it was just lunch, we were just friends, I enjoyed his company and he bought me a dress and shoes. I paraded about with them. They were much more upscale than anything in my wardrobe. He was uneasy about the dress and shoes. He asked if I was going to see him again. I told him I did not know. By this time he was overtly encouraging me to, in effect, have an affair. He inferred I owed my date something for the things he bought. I let the doctor call a few times before accepting another date. Each time we talked we revealed more of ourselves. He asked me to go for a ride in his Porsche. I played coy and suggested dinner and a movie. We made a date for Friday night. I asked my husband if it was alright for me to have a dinner and movie date. He was adamant it was fine and told me I needed to “socialize” more. I wore the slinky mini skirt dress, high heels and earrings. When he saw me enter the restaurant and stroll toward him wearing them he knew I was his for the night. I knew it too. We dined with wine and strolled to a nearby theater. While watching the movie I let him put his arm around me. I put my hand on his knee. Neither of us was watching the movie. We were waiting for, “The End”. At the last scene we got up and he held my hand out to the lobby. There he turned me toward him and asked if I would stop by for a glass of wine so he could show me his place. We both knew the implications. I told him I had to make a phone call. I went to the phone booth and called my husband and explained my date wanted to take me to his apartment for a glass of wine. I asked if it was okay. He affirmed it was okay but I persisted and asked if something happened would he be jealous. I told him, if I went I might actually “do it”. Instead of resisting he encouraged me. Back at the lobby I told the doctor I had, “Checked In”, I was ready for wine. He walked me to my car and I followed his Porsche to his apartment complex. He parked on the street so he could accompany me to the apartment. I was awkward getting out of my car and stumbled a bit walking next to him due to nervousness. His apartment was in a large upscale two story building complex. We strolled past a pool and club house. There were a few swimmers. I could hear their splashing about and smell the chlorine. It was a warm California evening with a full moon. Once past the pool the smell of hibiscus mingled with eucalyptus trees. I clutched my purse and held my elbows as if shivering despite the warm evening as we approached his front door. I acted as if I was coming only for a glass of wine. My heart was pounding. He unlocked the door and swung it open for my entry. I hesitated, then crossed the threshold. My cheeks were afire. I was faint with uncertainty. I stared downward and then raised my view to shyly scan the room. I was relieved to see no sign of another tenant. There was a large fish tank. I went to it and stared at it. I pretended to admire the fish while my mind raced. I held my elbows with arms crossed, purse dangling. He opened a bottle of red wine while I remained absorbed with the fish. He poured two glasses and handed me one. I released the grip of one elbow to receive it, partially disarming myself but still clutched my purse. I took a long sip. He smiled and asked which fish I liked. I told him the little blue and red one fluttering its tail. He told me it was a male guppy and it used its tail to attract females. He showed me a little frog hiding in one corner on a lily pad. More relaxed with wine, he showed me the apartment. The kitchen and living room floated briefly before my gaze. The only registered intakes were everything was clean and orderly except for medical texts on a table. We knew the last room was the bedroom. When entering it he gently held my wrist of the hand clutching my purse and led, as if to protect me. There was a large water bed, a dresser, night stands and more medical textbooks on a book case wall. The bedroom also had its own bathroom. I stared at the water bed. I had never been on one. He dimmed the light halfway, turned to me, took my purse, my last protective shield, and set it on the night stand. I stood defenseless holding the wine glass. He guided the rim to my lips. I took a sip while he tilted the glass back and held the sweaty palm of my other hand. He took the glass from my lips and set it next to my purse. He gently kissed my wine moistened lips and turned me around. I smelled his after shave. I stared out of the open bedroom door and saw the lighted fish tank against the living room wall. I knew he was going to undress me. I remained motionless with my back to him. I changed my gaze from the fish tank down to the red polish on my toe nails sticking out front of my high heels. He kissed the nape of my neck. The earrings caressed where he kissed. I could still walk out but was immobilized. He pulled the dress zipper down, slid the dress past my shoulders and let it drop as a silken wrap around my shoes. He turned me back around and smiled. I stood open before him, faint in anticipation, my mind unsure if I was actually there. He stepped me out of the dress and led me to the bed. I obeyed meekly. It was a large water bed, then the in thing. He sat me on the padded edge, kneeled down and took off my shoes, un-strapping one ankle and sliding it off, then the other. He set them together under the night stand. He got up and reached around to unhook my bra. I turned my head and raised one hand to resist. He retreated, turned my face to him, kissed me, his tongue flickered into my parted lips. He pressed me close, reached back and unstrapped the bra hooks. He pulled back, slid the shoulder straps down to my elbows, gently raised one hand covering my breasts and pulled the strap past my hand and then the other. He draped the bra over my purse. I waited; arms crossed over my naked breasts before him and stared down again at my red toe nails. I remembered putting on the polish. There was a smudge mark on the left middle toe. I could not see it but remembered missing a stroke with the nail polish brush and attempting to avoid the smudge with a Kleenex. He held my head and raised my gaze up to his face. He smiled, put his arms on my shoulders, tilted my back down onto the bed, rose, picked up my feet by the heels and swung my legs on the bed. I felt the warmth of the heated water and undulated to the waves caused by my lying down, arms still crossed. I again stared at my red toe nails moving with the water. He got up and slowly closed the door. Neither of us spoke in the dim light. He undressed unhurriedly while I lay watching, breasts covered by my arms, naked except for panties, hair trussed over the pillow, ear rings dangling along the sides of my neck in tandem with the water bed movements. When he stood up to undress his penis was pressing against a pant leg. When he removed his shorts I glanced away from my toe nails and saw it was straight out erect and swayed to and fro with his movements. He continued to take his time despite his arousal until fully naked, including socks. He placed his clothes neatly on a chair with the shirt draped over the back, his shoes underneath. He went to the base of the bed, climbed on and knelt before me. His getting on the bed generated new undulations. My head and his erect penis rose and fell with the water. He slid forward, straddled my legs with his, climbed above me until his face was to mine and kissed me a few times on the mouth. I could feel his hard penis brush against my legs as he moved forward and then press against my pelvis, still protected by my panty while he kissed me. He rose up, lifted my arms protecting my breasts, examined my long red finger nails, kissed my breasts, slid down to his original kneeling position before my feet and slowly pulled off the panty. I arched my buttocks to assist. He pulled it over my feet and brought it to his face and then dropped it next to the bed. He reached down to my ankles and spread my legs while I protested meekly. Open before him, he dropped his face to my vulva, cradled my buttocks in his elbows and reached up and held my breasts. My hands held his head; my knees were up. I was opened. The doctor knew his anatomy. He first kissed my labia lips and searched for my clitoris. Once found he twirled it with his tongue and tugged on it with his lips. I kept moaning no, while arching up to his twirling tongue. My hands grabbed the back of his head. I pressed his mouth forcibly to the clitoris and experienced an intense organism shouting denials as my head swayed to and fro on the pillow, earrings caressing my cheeks and napes of my neck. With my last quiver he raised his head from my pelvis. I saw his approving smile in the half light. He moved up and laid next to me, let me relax while holding my hand. We said nothing. Once serene again he rolled above me, kissed me, kissed my breasts and went back down to the clitoris until I was ready for his entry. I had brought a condom which was in my purse on the night stand. I was panicked. I did not want to interrupt anything rummaging in my purse nor appear as if I had planned the outcome. A wave of relief flowed over me when he reached over opened the night stand drawer, pulled one out and rolled it on. With his penis shielded I arched my hips up, with legs spread, my vagina wet and ready for his entry. I no longer was hesitant or coy. I wanted him inside of me. He entered as if we were in slow motion to the hilt. I dropped my buttocks back on the bed. He was in. The warmth of his penis pressing up in my vagina filled me. It shuddered with pleasure. I moaned, yes. He began slowly moving in and out, steadily increased the tempo to fast and furious with his back arched, his pelvis thumping mine. He held my hands down into the covers while staring me in the eyes. I closed my eyes while he nailed me to the bed. I experienced 2 affirmative moaning orgasms with the latter just as climaxed in a spasm. It was my most intense sexual experience up until then. We lay spent on the bed, he on top, I underneath, cheek to cheek as the water undulations receded from this spent movements. With the bed calm he slid out his withered penis, rolled off of me, slid off the condom and dropped it on the floor next to the bed. We lay next to one another, holding hands, content. Once the wave motions again subsided he rose up and said he would make tea. The bed again undulated as the water adjusted to his absence. He went to the chair and slid on his pants but took a fresh shirt out of the closet. He closed the door behind him. I was unfamiliar with getting out of a water bed. After a few wave bounces I put my legs over the edge and sat on the padded railing. I grabbed a pillow and hugged it for cover. I reached over and quietly slid open the nightstand drawer. I peeked at the open condom box. I was pleased to see it was a box of 3 and there were 2 left. His closing the door allowed me to arise naked, unobserved. The spent condom lay rumpled on the floor. I carried my purse, bra, panties and dress to the bathroom and locked the door. I quietly opened the medicine cabinet to check for any female items but there were none. It was bare. I smiled thinking how the “doctor’s” medicine cabinet held no medicine. I noticed his after shave on the basin counter. It was an expensive one. There was a towel and soap bar ready. I showered, dried off and dressed. I opened my purse, put a dab of perfume on and reapplied lipstick. I picked up my shoes next to the night stand, went to the chair, pushed aside his socks and underwear and put them on. I noticed unlike my husband he wore boxer trunks. It felt safe to be dressed again. I hesitated a moment at the bedroom door, opened it quietly, slipped out and strolled to the kitchen uncertainly, pretending to again look at the fish tank. He smiled with the tea ready and handed me a cup as if I was walking into a tea shop, not out of his bed room. We sat quietly in the kitchen with our tea. There was nothing to add to the experience. I played the role of being uncertain as to what had happened and what was next, which was how I felt. Once the tea was gone I said I needed to get home or my husband was going to get suspicious. He walked me to the car and kissed me goodbye. I drove home nervous of meeting my husband but satisfied. I smiled and knew I was coming back. I arrived home about 1 AM. My husband was up waiting. My hair was rumpled and damp from the shower. It was obvious but he needed confirmation. He asked, Well did you do it?” I smiled nervously. I said, “You asked for it, you got it!” I was nervous about his reaction and reiterated it was all his idea. Instead of being jealous he was very aroused. I let him lead me to the bedroom where he quickly stripped me. I lay back and let him have me. The next day I bought a fish tank and put it in the family room. I got some guppies and a little frog. We never went swinging. The affair lasted for a year. 30 years later we are still married.
13arkansas Posted June 25, 2009 Posted June 25, 2009 I like the part that said 'naked, including his socks'. LOL. I'm guessing a man wrote this!!
violaaa Posted June 28, 2009 Posted June 28, 2009 You want to glorify your husband or yourself by displaying these lecherous and promiscious details on this thread? What comments are you expecting?
anne1707 Posted June 28, 2009 Posted June 28, 2009 I was worried for a while there but thank goodness there was no need. He took the time to put his clothes neatly away before their night of intense passion. Do you think he put his socks out of the way by stuffing them in his shoes?
bozwa Posted June 28, 2009 Posted June 28, 2009 Great erotica writing! I enjoyed it! Thanks for the morning pick-me-up. lol
her_halo_slipped Posted June 28, 2009 Posted June 28, 2009 I don't believe a word of it. I'm with you on this one. I don't believe it's true but on the off chance it is..what a great pickup line......about a man in tan slacks and loafers...what quick thinking. The consumate flirt....supposing it is true....which I don't think it is...lol
Spectre Posted July 4, 2009 Posted July 4, 2009 If this is true, it's certainly not something to be proud of. If you wanna bang other people, why get married at all?
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