Rob and I have been married four years. We met in a conventional, almost boring way when we were both freshman in college. There were no fireworks to speak of, it was just boy meets girl and the story goes on to finding some compatibility in a rather boring way. We studied together and we learned to fuck together. We smoked a little weed and we drank like college kids do but it was more just that we expected it all to happen the way it did and marriage was the next step. It was all boring American traditional courtship for us and I didn’t feel any magic the day I said I do.

Our wedding over and a dull honeymoon paid by our folks and we lapsed into the dream of living as a unit instead of individuals. We fucked when the mood struck but it slowly faded away from passion to duty. Our marriage was dull and lacked fire. We both knew we had jumped the gun and settled as we thought we were expected to. We simply lost our dreams and fought for the all American married goal of home and kids with careers to kill us.

This is all it was until Sara came into my life. Sara is a woman I met a work, a vivacious plump girl, with flowing black curls that spoke of her Italian heritage. She was the epitome of happiness all the time; she exuded and seemed to sweat a thrill of life that I was craving. We began to talk during our lunch breaks and she soon confided in me that she felt the dull ache in my existence. I was taken aback but there was no lying. I told her the truth. She suggested we go out after work and get massages. She was so full of life that I reveled in her excitement and zest. I was coming awake again. She became my best friend quickly and even Rob noticed a change. He asked if I was having an affair and I laughed and told him about Sara. He was happy for me but what he said out of the blue one night after we all met for dinner floored me.

“Hey, Babe? You awake?” I was nearly gone into a dream when he spoke and I grunted. “Sara fills your life with something I don’t touch, huh?” I rolled over to him and sat halfway up.

“What?”

“I mean, when you speak of her or see her, you seem to come alive. Like when we first met and you were filled with excitement?”

I shrugged then. “I guess, babe.” But I was confused to what he was trying to say so I nudged him and demanded “Why?”

“I don’t know. Honey, we’re boring aren’t we?” He asked quietly. I was taken aback then. He had never expressed that such a feeling had occurred to him. We had had our dreams in the early days; we had shared our sexual fantasies. I had told him I would be maybe interested in a girl to play with “someday” but it had never panned into anything. I was suddenly wide awake. I secretly knew that Sara stirred something in me that was sexual but I never paid any mind.

“Yes, we are a bit, hon.” I said back. “But we are happy right?”

“I guess. I was just laying here thinking though that we need to find some excitement again. We fuck, but it seems rather mechanical. Do you agree?” His tone was cautionary. I could only nod in the semi-darkness but he knew my nod was of acceptance.

“Would you fuck her if you had the chance?” he asked. I was again thrown off my steady beat by his words in the dark. My body was doing flip-flops, involuntary waves of heat like an old whore in menopause seemed to be taking over. I knew that I was not ready to divulge that Sara had replaced more than a few of my solitary masturbation dream men but I didn’t want to share that.

“Would you?” was all I managed to say.

He only managed to hesitate for a split second too long before answering in the affirmative. My crotch was on fire involuntarily and my hand ached to press my mound but I restrained to answer him.

“Hey, I don’t even know that she would!” I proclaimed though my gut feeling was that numerous times my internal bi gay-dar had been on alarm for months when around my best friend.

“So, let’s spice it up! Ask her if she would do a threesome with you and I?” his tone moved from hesitant to defiance of any rationality.

At that, he turned away from me and went to sleep. My clit continued to throb as I agonized over his proposition and wished I knew how to talk it up and have him fulfill something to ease my sexual heightened state.

A week later, I had the opportunity. We were alone at the sauna of the gym. Sara was talking about her latest man and saying how she felt sexually wasted lately. I commiserated that my marriage had gone to pot in the bedroom too and I felt a momentary bravado and said “we should just fuck girls huh?”

Her face flushed , nothing to do with the steam in the room and I caught it and I said to myself “fuck it all, go for broke!” I reached over to her next to me and pulled her into what could have been a hug. But instead I moved her chin up to me and I found myself kissing her and amazingly she was suddenly putty. She kissed me back!!! She broke off first and looked at me and said “God, I dreamed of you doing that for a very long time!” I said to her that it had crossed my mind on a few occasions.

That night, I invited her back to my house telling her that Rob was out at work. We began a slow dance that brought our inner bodies to near heat related injuries internally. I snuck away a half hour later, when my clit was sure to never recuperate from her assault on it and went into the bathroom. I texted Rob, who was at that time secluded in our basement. I told him it was time to “come home” and catch his wife cheating on him with another woman. He obliged.

Twenty minutes later, he burst into our bedroom and feigned surprise and then awe at the scene before him. But, Lucky me, Sara was totally dubious of the entire situation and said “Really? You could of just asked but let’s party.”

We fucked and sucked the rest of the night in harmony. We smoked a little weed, drank a few cocktails and stayed in bed the whole of that night finally falling asleep all tangled up in each other’s arms in disarray. Since then, we’ve fucked over a dozen times together and Rob and I opened our lifestyle in bed a lot. We are now a lot happier.

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