Down The Rabbit Hole Ch. 10 - Sex Stories

Down The Rabbit Hole Ch. 10

I sat with Aaron on the couch, my head on his shoulder. We watched TV in relative silence only to let out a soft giggle or smirk at what we saw. I saw Carson and Sharon again four days ago and the experience was so intense I felt I needed a break. Not only had the sex been extremely intense, erotic and boundary pushing, but emotionally I was all over the place. I felt things when I was with them that I didn't understand, I didn't even know how to interpret. I also was nearly caught or found out. As I left the hotel, I ran into a friend from church that was very curious what I was doing at a hotel in the middle of the day. I managed to lie my way through it but I wasn't convinced that she wasn't suspicious that something was going on. I couldn't help but wondered if she could somehow tell that I had been face fucked for at least an hour while the man's wife watched and masturbated. The truth was that I needed a break from all of it. I wasn't being careful anymore. I had been very lucky with the different people I had met in that all of them seemed to be looking for some version of what I was looking for. But in the run in with my friend, suddenly things came back to earth. Not only was I at risk of seeing someone I knew, but also I was less careful in who I was willing to meet. It could be dangerous.

I resolved to take a break, making promises to myself that I needed to stop things for a while and more than that, I needed to be more careful with anyone I did decide to meet. ...

... I sent a text to Jim explaining my thinking and to my surprise he simply responded with: "Ok, keep in touch when you are ready." I had not been expecting that from the man that never took no for an answer. I was relieved but also disappointed in a way. More relieved though if I am honest.

I needed to reconnect with Aaron somehow. Our sexual relationship continued to improve but everything else just seemed to be flat and stale. We talked about church and household stuff but not really intimate things. I didn't have a sense of where he was in his head anymore and if I was really honest, I wasn't sure if I cared. He was my husband but he was now more just a roommate that had sex with me from time to time. Based on all honest accounts of marriage I think we had it pretty good.

So now I sat on the couch with him. He had his arm around me and we watched TV together silently. I felt ok like this. Comforted. Maybe it was time to stop all of it and just focus on being here with my husband. Of course I had dabbled with these thoughts before, but this time it felt like I might be ready to stick with it. Maybe. The more I thought about it the more I felt just a good long break was what I needed.

I got up to get a drink when I felt my phone buzz from a text. Suddenly my heart jumped. It was Tim: the lonely husband I had met some time ago. I didn't keep many of the numbers anymore. I felt that I had too many and it was overwhelming. But I couldn't delete his: the sad man from the ...