Wife's Best Present Ever - Sex Stories

Wife's Best Present Ever

... two nights of lovemaking would wear anyone out.

When I got home I tried to read, but I couldn't concentrate. I tied watching a movie, but I kept thinking about what was happening at the Marriott. I was proud of myself for giving a birthday gift that she'd always remember, but I had Sally to thank for that. My sister-in-law had been my savior, and I was so grateful she had spilled the beans about Julian.

I knew couples who had open relationships, but that had never applied to us. We were fairly liberal sexually, and as I said before we had talked about swinging, but it never happened. However, it was undeniable that thinking about it was a turn on. Did that make me a cuckold? I didn't think so. Couples all seem to go through sexual questioning, exploration, and experimenting. This was, of course, us doing that.

Now I was waiting for her to get home after spending time with another man. When I picked her up at three in front of the Marriott she stood next to the large palm tree and looked like a woman well satisfied and enjoying a birthday like she'd never had. On the way home she hardly said a word, clearly thinking about the weekend she'd just had.

At home we kissed, then she asked if I would mind if she got some sleep. Of course, I said fine and she went off to bed. It seems she had barely slept, being kept busy by another man's cock and tongue and ...

... fingers.

She slept until nine Monday morning, then I sat next to her as she ate a bagel with cream cheese and had coffee. "I learned about myself," she said quietly. "Black truly is better. I am not sure I can go back," she said, looking up at me from her coffee. "I am sorry, but I will be moving in with Julian this coming weekend."

Deep inside I half expected it. We didn't talk about any of it. I guess I knew it was a possibility, and I realized she would truly never forget this birthday because it marked such an important day in her life.

I visit them often and I can't feel too much remorse, after all, I am the one who brought them together. I never heard what they did, but I have imagined every thrust, every sigh. But every time I visit them these days I see a woman truly happy, genuinely in love, and well fucked.

Sally and I have become a couple and she swears she has no desire to fuck anyone else, no matter what color they are. She understands her sister's decision, although she says doesn't agree with it. Life, it seems, never works out like you expect, and we crave taking risks, otherwise we would not drive fast. So birthdays come and birthdays go, but at the minimum I know I gave Claire one she'll never forget. At least she's happy, and deep down I am happy for her. There are times, when I am alone, that I still fantasize about what they did that night at the Marriott.