The Wife Part 8 - Sex Stories

The Wife Part 8

... freighted with anger and despair.

“If it comes to that, it will be the saddest thing in my life. You may not believe it right now, but I love you more today than ever, and I can’t bear the idea of losing you. If you will come back you will find me willing to do almost anything to please you. Please come home, at least to get some clothes.”

“I’ll discuss it with Tom.” He hung up the phone and turned to his friend, who had heard his end of the conversation. “She wants me to come get some clothes, and she thinks she can convince me to stay. Come with me, you can arbitrate.” But Tom would not go with him.

When he walked into their house, Blanche didn’t try to hug or kiss him; she took his arm and walked with him to the den. He sat in the armchair, she on the sofa. Neither spoke for some time, then she cleared her throat and began.

“Let me begin by apologizing to you. I went way over the line this morning, and I should have known it. In my defense, I always intend to be honest with you; I believe that I have been, throughout our marriage, and I want to be that way now and in the future.

“I have been thinking about us, you and me, in light of what happened last night and this morning. Today’s young people have been exposed to sex in its many manifestations from an early age; they have internet, porn and sex education. They know about all sorts of sex and lifestyle choices. We had none of that; all we had were prohibitions and no-nos. They are much more ...

... sophisticated than we even at our age, or at least me. That young man is an accomplished lover, skilled in all aspects of seducing and pleasuring a woman. and I succumbed to it eagerly.

“For our entire marriage, I had only my mother as a role model. The idea that a wife should enjoy sex was for paperback bodice rippers. I am not making excuses; like you, I should have looked around and seen that we, I, could make sex into a fun activity. Even when I saw what you and Tom were watching, I took it as a perversion to be avoided. My mind was closed, and that’s on me.

“Your little scheme with Tom opened my eyes some, and I wanted to continue exploring my sexuality. Then he took sick, and we didn’t know if he would play again. This is probably a good time for me to tell you that I have given him a couple of gentle blowjobs when I have brought food to him.”

John’s heart lurched, and his anger began to rise, but he opted to say nothing.

“I know that I have not been as enthusiastic with you as when we were playing; perhaps my guilt at not being truthful dampened my libido. You know the story about Jim and me, more than you wanted. I’m sure.

“I am not going to sugar-coat this; you deserve the whole truth. I was fully primed to let everything go with him. I went to his apartment intending to not hold anything back, and I didn’t. From the moment he took me in his arms at the front door, I was a trembling ball of sexual excitement. I intended to do everything to him that I had seen in ...