Bombshell in the Berkshires - Sex Stories

Bombshell in the Berkshires

... irritation points in our marriage. I made sure the waste bins, especially in her sewing/project room, were cleared promptly. I raked our lawn, was far more neat and meticulous about house stuff than usual. I think Barb noticed, although she didn't say anything.

Sometimes she'd shoot me these looks and open her mouth like she was going to say something but generally didn't.

Our longer conversations usually happened at dinner. She asked about what sorts of things Roger and I did with each other. I would answer when her tone was level, but deferred if she looked really upset.

"You're saying you didn't always do sex whenever you were together?" I could imagine she was doing calculations in her head. That we were penis-fondling every minute we were in the same place.

"Nope, of course not. Usually only when we had a good chunk of time free."

"On your projects."

"Or on a hike. Yes. But not every time. Sometimes."

"I should have guessed, after that first car project, what was up. But I didn't." She sounded peeved.

She took a sip of wine.

"And that's why you got that silly VW bus then, isn't it? So you'd have a mobile bedroom, somewhere to lay down and do your gay stuff together." She shook her head.

"It's not 'gay' Barb. It's fun with a friend. A guy who is married, yes, but this doesn't affect the marriages of anyone."

I got a glare back.

"Maybe not your view of marriage, but what about me? Or Carrie? How do you think we feel?"

"I think I ...

... know, Barb. You're angry. I don't blame you. I'm sorry. You think maybe I'm cheating, but I'm not."

"But you're doing sex stuff with someone else, who is not me. Isn't that cheating?"

I shook my head. "No."

I then got an even more alarmed look from Barb. "Are you in love, Clay?"

"No. Maybe with his cock, but not with him."

This at least got a small laugh.

"So why? I still don't get it. Why this penis attraction?"

"You can guess, Barb. My cock is not the first one you ever met yourself, right? Didn't it feel good to play with one? Make it hard? Excited? Make the owner happy? You've stroked, you've licked. Cocks. Before me."

I suddenly had a question I'd never asked.

"But maybe after me?" My eyebrows went up. This question I'd never ever considered, which tells you what kind of double standard I was operating under.

She laughed, not a cheerful laugh.

"No, Clay. Unlike you, I've never strayed. Been faithful our whole time together." That stung.

"Well, same here. Roger and I played, no fucking, no other wives, nothing ever romantic or with an emotional connection. The sex was healthy, just us, no danger of STDs or anything."

Barb furrowed her brow. "You ever kiss him?"

"No. Unless you mean his cock-head. Or his balls."

She looked exasperated. "No, I mean a real kiss. On the lips, a proper one."

"Nope. Never. Not into it."

And here our talks generally broke down. She could not fathom sexual contact with someone else without a personal ...