From Vanilla to . . . - Sex Stories

From Vanilla to . . .

... so something was up and was already on the verge of an emotional breakdown) resulted in me not sleeping for thirty-eight or so hours; several unbelievable rounds of sex and the beginning of several years of mental and emotional hell (for me).

As we worked through our relationship during the next several months, she was deciding with whom she would live – stay or go. This included a long weekend visiting him via a plane trip (first physical contact with him in almost 20 years). She slept with him throughout and recounted it when she returned.

She eventually decided her family meant more to her, and she stayed. Through many lengthy, gut-wrenching conversations, we both agreed lack of experience with the opposite sex prior to marriage was a mistake which put us in this position as well as her lover being the opposite of me, a bit of a “bad-boy” type. Raising two children while I did a lot of business traveling in the nineties and early two-thousands did not help matters (and our poor communication during this period added to this).

I agreed to her having a reunion with her lover, which meant a plane trip and weekend away (we were empty nesters at this point in our lives). The reunion went very well – for her; not so much for me.

She told me all about it, including details of their fucking (including the story of a shower curtain and rod being pulled down in the motel bathroom at one point in the activity), which did nothing for my psyche (although, like when she ...

... first revealed her infidelity, caused a massive erection for me and grunting, panting fucking for us).

She felt guilty about sleeping with the lover during their reunion and – under the impression she was the only woman I had ever fucked—urged, demanded, I get some variety in my sex life. I already had the sexual variety she was pushing, having started on my path decades earlier. But unlike her, there was no emotional aspect to it; no threat to family life and I had been careful to keep it separate from my “regular” life.

My wife was adamant that I find an escort on my next business trip to experience the variety she had already experienced. So, we did! I usedTheEroticReview.com, an Internet marketplace which provides detailed escort information, including reviews. Going through this exercise with my wife was incredibly stimulating, of course leading to a mind-blowing fuck session.

The woman we chose came to my Seattle-area hotel room; we met, we fucked, but it was not great. After discussing the encounter in detail with my wife the next morning, she urged me to try again, so we chose another woman, and the results were great!

She was my height, about five feet, seven inches, thin with huge tits (actually, a bit too big for my tastes) and a wonderful personality which made all the difference in the world. She came through my hotel-room door, put down her bag and leaned in with an incredible, passionate kiss. As she broke from the lip lock, she dropped to her knees, ...