More Than One Night? - Sex Stories

More Than One Night?

... continued on and on for several years, until we got to a point where we were hardly having sex at all. He claimed he was too tired or couldn't concentrate because he was too preoccupied with a case he was working on for the firm. I felt totally alone, but stuck it out. I couldn't bare the thought of my mother and my sisters blaming me for a failed marriage. When Julie and I got to the point where we were pretty much best of friends, she convinced me that I deserved better and basically convinced me that I didn't have to stay married to a man who didn't give a shit about me, other than as something he could cross off his list of life accomplishments, right after get a car and a house and before setting up a good retirement plan. I will give Julie credit for sticking with me through the divorce. It wasn't an easy period. My mother and sisters, as I predicted, blamed me for not making it work. Jeff just wanted to get the whole matter over and done with, not making any attempt to convince me not to divorce him. So, now I was officially single and free - and I made the mistake of confiding one more secret to Julie, the fact that I had been a virgin on my wedding night. It actually took me some time to realize that sex wasn't supposed to be an occasional wifely duty. Even though she was married, Julie had no problem telling me about some of the amazing sexual escapades she had from her college days to the present, revealing that she occasionally got some on the side, keeping her ...

... husband clueless in the process. I didn't really approve of her actions, but we were already good friends by the time she dropped that bombshell, so I let it go, doing my best not to get into specifics about it with her. We continued our drinking, which only made Julie get bolder than usual. Somebody had put on some techno music, so she got up and started randomly dancing with what appeared to be a college boy. He had no problem grinding up against her and Julie had no problem grabbing the guy's muscular bubble butt through his jeans, leaving her hands in place through the duration of a few nearly identical dance songs. After kissing the guy on the mouth with plenty of tongue, she came back to our booth. "Your turn," she said, sitting back down and sucking up the rest of her beer. "No. I can't," I protested. "Sure, you can," she insisted. I decided to just get it over with, since I knew she'd never shut up until I at least danced with some random guy through one song. I spotted a guy sitting by himself over on one of the stools at the bar. He was clearly athletic and seemed like he would at least be nice, at least I hoped he would be, so I went over and tapped him on the shoulder. "Wanna dance," I asked, clearing my throat. "Yeah, sure." Without saying anything else, we danced together through another upbeat dance song. Unlike Julie, I didn't get hands on with the guy. I'll admit he had a nice ass, but I certainly wasn't going to grab it and let him grind on me. I have some ...