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The day after starting my affair I bought a fish tank and put it in the family room. I got some guppies and a little frog. I dated again the next weekend only I drove to his apartment complex. That evening I finally got to ride in his Porsche. We went bowling. At his apartment after a glass of wine I mounted him and then we finished together with me on the bottom. My husband asked a lot of questions but I kept it to simply, “We had sex”. With his state of arousal and growing insecurity I knew I needed to increase his intercourse frequency. I wanted him to be spent to avoid his constant questioning. I was afraid of his jealousy despite his denials. I switched his underwear to boxer trunks.

 

My third date the entire night was ours. I informed my husband I was spending the night. I told the doctor my husband thought I was having breakfast with co-workers after a swing shift. We went to an upscale sea food restaurant and I wore a new dress he bought for me during the week when we went shopping together. It was more modest than the first one but of equal quality. He ordered lobster for us. During dinner he watched me intently. We drank a bottle of wine.

 

 

Afterwards he drove me back to the apartment instead of going out somewhere. There he led me by the hand to the bedroom. He did not say much all evening and I was unsure of what to expect. I was nervous. During dinner I thought maybe he was upset about something I had said or did. I knew never to flirt in his presence. He did not look at women when with me unlike my husband who was always sneaking glances. I did not want to be taken for granted and his leading me to the bedroom unexpectedly with few words made me think the relationship had by the third date regressed. He sat me down on the bed and slowly undressed me but not himself like our first date. Once I was naked he had me spread my legs and raise my arms so I made an X with my feet and hands near the bedposts. I became frightened he was into some type of tie up game which I was never going to go along with. He then lit three candles in brass holders he had previously placed. My first thought was he was going to drop hot wax on me.

 

 

Instead he asked me to relax and whispered into my ear he was going to explore my erogenous zones and turn me into a “sexpert”. He told me to watch the light of the candles. He started with my head and gently caressed and kissed each area of my face and ears. He noted my lips and ear lobes were sensitive. He massaged my neck and noted the nape was sensitive. He knew I was ticklish and skipped my arm pits and rib cage areas. He massaged my breasts, kissed the nipples and twirled them with his tongue. I was also ticklish in my navel but he insisted on exploring it with his tongue despite my giggles. Instead of next exploring my vulva he dropped down to my feet and massaged and kissed each toe, the heels and insteps. He slowly worked his way up my legs moving from the ankles to the knees, one leg and then the other. After exploring my thighs he rolled me over with my hands and knees on the bed. I steadied myself to the pitching of the water, my dangling ear rings brushing against my red cheeks. My hair hung down, sweaty. He massaged and kissed my buttocks and then gently stroked my anus with his index finger. I was not anal responsive. He bent over me and cupped my breasts while kissing the nape of my neck. I could feel his erect penis hot between my legs. I thought he was going to enter me from the rear but instead he rolled me back over, again spread my legs and started rubbing his lips and cheeks against my thighs.

 

 

My eyes were half closed but I could see the flickering candle light. He started licking the outer rims of my labia going from bottom up and started the same motions with the inner labia. These doors to the vagina vestibule swung open to his caresses. After stimulating “my doors” he moved in and up to my clitoris. My back was arching and I was ready for a climax but he backed off until I was calm enough he could continue his exploration. The clitoris was initially gently stroked in little circular swirls by his index finger. He then gently kissed it and swirled his tongue around it and then extracted it into his lips and sucked gently on it. I was moaning uncontrollably with my head swaying to and from one candle light to another, ear rings ringing one side then the other.

 

 

He put a latex glove on his right hand to avoid scratching me with a finger nail and probed the inner recessed of my vagina. He started in the back near the cervix and worked forward covering every area top to bottom. Later I learned he was looking for my “G-Spot” which he found about half of an inch behind my clitoris. He then proceeded to twirl and suck my clitoris while massaging my “G-Spot” with his latex covered index finger until I experienced an orgasm so intense my back arched up and I shook all over. He moved his head back chanting yes, yes, yes as I ejaculated a liquid. It was something I had never experienced. Up until then I considered myself knowledgeable about sex and fully satisfied with my orgasms.

 

 

I lay there perspiring. He brought a warm damp towel to the bed, rubbed my face, by bests and cleaned my pubic area. He let me rest. After I was calmed he started again working my sensitive areas until I was again receptive. He got between my legs, smiled, rolled on a condom and massaged my breasts a bit before entering me. As he slid his sheathed penis in he guided it to my “G-Spot” and used it to apply pressure on his downward strokes. Despite the intensity of my first orgasm I experienced another before he finished and a third when he did. All night my body tingled with excitement. In the morn I showered but he took me again as I came out of the bathroom. He now knew my buttons and could quickly turn me on. My body was sensitive everywhere. Putting on my bra made my nipples tingle. My clitoris throbbed. My skin was alive. Driving home I experienced a mini orgasm at a stop light with a few strokes of my hand to my clitoris.

 

 

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As before, my husband was waiting to take me again. I simply laid there and let him have me and squeaked out one last orgasm. Every part of my body wanted to be touched. I slept until noon once my husband finished.

 

 

The next day I bought three brass candle holders and some candles. I had learned a lot. I was a “sexpert”. My first student was my husband. I began to teach him how to kiss

and stimulate my sensitive areas. He became much. He was, however, always in a hurry to get to penetration and never became an accomplished lover. My being the “sexpert” excited him but also destabilized his male ego. I openly dated either Friday or Saturday night depending on the doctor’s intern schedule. I worked at an electronics plant which ran shifts 24 hours and told the doctor my husband thought I was working a weekend shift and I was having a late breakfast with friends afterwards on date night.

 

 

My sexual routine developed into letting my husband fumble through sex 3 times a week with me because he was so aroused. On returning from a date I simply entered our bedroom, undressed, pulled back the covers and let him have me. Wednesday and Sunday nights we again had sex and I would even mount him for a double header, finishing on top and then on bottom. These, however, were never assured and I occasionally shut down his advances if he ignored me prior to his wanting sex. I kept him guessing if he was paying sufficient attention to me.

 

 

For 6 nights the doctor worked as an intern and slept in to noon. I worked swing shift and got home at 2 AM. I slept until 7, took the kids to school and picked up the youngest at 1:30. Officially I dated the doctor once on the weekend but also started stopping by for a “nooner”. Soon this became twice a week and even three times if he requested it. I would simply show up excited and we would have a quick romp before I picked up the children. I did not bother to inform my husband about these spontaneous visits. I would typically sneak in a nooner Tuesday and Thursday. Including our weekend stand I was milking him 3 or 4 times a week and my husband 3.

 

 

Once a month I shut down for my period. I did not like sex when menstruating. I also was a crouch. After 4 or 5 days it was another 4 weeks of sex.

 

My husband took a keen interest in my weekend dates and watched me dress and put my makeup on before I left. On the third date I told him I was spending the night and it became the pattern. Either Friday or Saturday I would leave about 8 PM and return early in the morn before 6 AM for his quick romp. Afterwards he made breakfast for the kids and I slept in.

 

I drove to the apartment on date night. I never told my husband where it was. I kept the men as far apart as possible. On my dates we did routine things. Many times we prepared in house meals, other times we dined out or just went for a drive in his Porsche. He bought me more clothes and jewelry over my protests. After 6 months he bought me a beautifully sapphire ring which he mandated I wear. My wardrobe and jewelry box became significantly upgraded. He was fascinated by my ears and bought many ear rings. Once he took me to a formal occasion and bought a black gown dress and a real pearl necklace to go with it.

 

Instead of upsetting my husband these gifts fascinated him and he would get aroused and stare at my diamond and sapphire ring on my finger as part of his climax ritual while love making. The ring was a symbol he was married to a desired wife. He experienced vicarious excitement by my dating and I suspected visualized my love making in his arousal fantasies. In a short time the doctor stamped me as his with attire, jewelry and perfume he purchased. Only my wedding ring did not have his emblem. He got me to change my hair style, convinced me to have my nails professionally done once a week and up graded my makeup. He introduced me to being a wine and food connoisseur. He taught me the finer qualities of red dry wine over the sweeter wines I had been drinking. He taught me to avoid vulgar words and use the proper term when talking about sex such as penis or vagina instead of prick or cunt. He explained how these words demeaned the user, the listener and the object or person being discussed.

 

My sexual life expanded to serving two men, full time. I became a sex idol with two males competing for my affection. Both wanted to be assured I was theirs despite the other. I attempted to not disappoint them. I had to satisfy their sexual and emotional needs. My desirability was assured with two men vying for my attention. It constituted a sexual awakening. It was flattering. I looked forward to everyday.

 

 

My husband always met me as soon as I parked the car and opened the door to the garage in the morn after date night. He led me directly to the bed, undressed me and practiced what I had taught him but in a rush. I simply laid back and relaxed while he fumbled through his routine. I would stare at him above me and often managed to squeak out an orgasm while comingling images of him and the doctor. He was a more adept lover on Sundays and Wednesdays when he was less hurried. He became very concerned with my sexual desires but worried he was presenting a secondary performance. Anxiety overwhelmed him. He acted foolishly and bought me presents but could not match the doctor’s taste. He no longer took me for granted and was obsessed with fear of losing me. He paid attention exclusively to me and lost all interest in other women, even pornography, which was a great relief to me as I hate it.

 

 

 

 

I never let my husband know the doctor’s name or where he lived despite him pestering me about date details and who I was seeing. I was worried he would crash in on us and I would be between two upset males confronting one another. He was stuck with the kids when I dated. This kept him home bound. If I was uncertain I took his car keys with me. I simply referred to the doctor as “Dave”. I was vague about all else. I told him where we went for dates only if it was a place we would likely not frequent again. All he knew was occasionally I was on the phone with him, I went out one night on the weekend and I once brought home a used condom to prove I had sex.

 

 

 

I did not let the doctor know my husband knew I had sex with him nor let him know my husband was experiencing stronger sexual satisfaction as a result of it. Some weeks I had intercourse 10 times due to being pulled by both. Instead of experiencing fatigue I was in a constant state of arousal, even climaxing when returning tired from a 3 banger date when letting my husband have me in the morn. I was milking two men and enjoying it. I was the center of attention.

 

 

 

The men reacted differently. My husband while aroused by my dating became more and more insecure and overly attentive. The doctor became jealous of my husband! For Valentine’s Day my husband bought me bright red panties. I wore them and let him have in the evening after he took them off me. The next day I went for a “nooner” and called to let the doctor know I was coming with a surprise. By then I had his apartment key. I let myself in, passed the fish tank and waltzed into his bedroom. He was still in bed anticipating my arrival. I pranced up to the bed and lifted my skirt, (which he had bought me) and showed him the bright red nylon panties. He pulled me to the bed and we had a hard romp once the panties were off. He asked me where I bought them. I told them my husband gave them to me for Valentine’s Day.

 

He was upset. He picked up the panty and tossed it in the garbage! I think he assumed sex with my husband was a rare event or we were estranged. Once he was rested enough for another romp he did not let me go on top. Instead he mounted me and once inside he started sucking on my neck to give me a hickey. I protested but he continued and left a big red blotch for all to see by the time he finished. He was marking me in protest for the Valentine gift. Some girls unabashedly showed off a hickey but not me. I wore a turtleneck for a week to hide it.

 

The next time we met he asked if my husband noticed. I never talked about my sex romps with either and all they knew was what occurred with them. My husband only knew I had sex. If he asked what I did I told him only, “We had sex”. He did not know there were 2, 3 and once 4 banger dates nor about the “nooners”. He stared at the hickey mark the next time we made love but knew better than to ask about it. I told the doctor my husband never noticed and this made him feel better.

 

In response to the red panties the doctor took me shopping and bought me a set of risqué ones with logos that included, “Ring My Chimes”, “Please Come Inside”, “Try It, You’ll Like It”, “Make Me Purr”, “etc. to replace my Valentine Day gift.

 

My husband was fascinated with my new underwear and asked where I got them. I fibbed. I did not want him to know “Dave” threw away his Valentine gift and I worried he would be upset if he knew the “Dave” got the new ones. I told him I bought them at K-Mart. He went there to this check out and of course could not find any like them. I fibbed again and told him it was a close out special. He remained suspicious as I did not shop at K-Mart but also fascinated by them. They excited him. Even though I think he suspected “Dave” was involved he was pleased I wore them.

 

“Dave” cruised by our house on occasion to see if I was home and I suspect to see what my husband looked like. I made a fuss against this and reminded him we had children to consider. I told him my husband masturbated and this calmed him. Once he was confident I was only wearing perfume, clothes and jewelry he selected he reconciled that I was married and stopped thinking about what my husband and I did. I learned to never bring up the subject of my family. To keep him from driving by the house I took my husband to a party “Dave” was at so he could see him but did not let my husband know the man I was dating was there. I did not dance or hold hands with my husband while there to avoid a confrontation.

 

I also let the “Dave” come to the house once during the day for a walk through. He attempted lovemaking but I stopped him. I did not want to violate my husband’s territory. He observed little things and afterwards bought a wine rack and a mirror for the bedroom. He said he was in the mirror and every time I looked into it he was admiring me. In a little twist of depravity the mirror wound up as part of our water bed. After I talked about water beds my husband made one. He used the mirror as part of the head board. While love making we could watch ourselves. The doctor could too if what he said was true but of course it wasn’t. The doctor, however, did fill the wine rack.

 

 

The more my husband asked about a date, I the less I told him and developed the mantra, “We had sex and I am not going to talk about it”. He became a detective. He feigned indifference but was attempting very hard to find out who this “Dave” was. He started looking in my purse. I did not keep any evidence of the doctor there.

 

I did inter mix my husband and the doctor in little ways. If I bought a present for one I got a second identical one for the other. In response to the Valentine panty and its replacement I bought both matching sets of boxer shorts. After they had each worn theirs I switched them so they were wearing each others. It made me smile seeing them prancing about in each others. The flow of inter mix, however, was more towards my husband as the doctor was more sophisticated. I changed my husband’s attire, after shave and hair style to be like the doctor’s. I upgraded my husband.

 

I knew our affair would end and he would find a single woman to marry. This would allow me a respectable exit. I enjoyed over a year of double penetrated attention. I learned a lot from the doctor, some of which I used to manage my husband. I never expected him to be faithful but he was for what I knew. When I stopped in unexpected for a “nooner” there was never evidence of another female. He, however, was advancing in his medical career and as soon as he finished his internship accepted a job at a major research hospital on the East Coast. He said he wanted me to follow but that was for show. He knew I was not abandoning my family and it was time for him to start one. Not an instant one with another’s kids. I mistakenly asked him if he wanted the jewelry back. He took this as an insult and was upset. I apologized but then he said he wanted all of the panties he had purchased. He said he did not want another man to see me in them. I brought them to him. I do not know what he did with them. It seemed weird to me. I took my husband with me to buy new ones.

 

I saw the doctor off at the airport. I had a jeweler make a small gold lily pad and gave it to him. He gave me a little gold frog. I cried as he left through the gate. We kept a period of letter and telephone communication. Once settled in his new hospital, however, it was not long before he met and married another. I still think of him. He was the only man who was ever my prince. I have followed his career. He is a recognized scientist in cancer research. I hope he occasionally thinks of me. Once in a while I take out my little gold frog keepsake from his hiding place. I am looking at it now.

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