What If? Reading Erotica - Sex Stories

What If? Reading Erotica

... in awhile. We both got our jollies off now and then but, no big fireworks. It was just as much my fault as hers. Every time she came in the room and I was reading a story she wanted me to tell her about it. I was telling her how stupid the people were, and they were bound to get caught. She asked me like what for instance? I showed her story after story where people took photographs, and camcorder tapes of married people having sex. I said why would these people be so stupid to leave that kind of evidence? They were bound to get caught. Other times I showed her where there were wire taps on the telephones, some husbands had their wives followed. These women were too stupid to notice anything. All this time I was just feeding her information and didn't notice it myself. I never figured it would happen to me. After Marsha started working, our sex life did get better. We tried different positions we hadn't tried in years, I had no complaints here. Our social life was different also. We started going out to more gathering, you could call them parties but they were mostly people standing around trying to impress each other. These were the people Marsha worked with. Whenever I told Marsha I didn't care to go she would get really angry and say, "All I ever wanted to do was sit in front of the computer and read that pornography." She would follow up with something like "you don't want a real woman, you want a fantasy one." I looked at her and said where did that come from? We've ...

... been together 20 yrs. And I've always given you what you wanted. She would kind of apologize and say she just wanted to go out and have some fun, but didn't want to go to these parties alone without me. I soon relented and away we went to another gathering. I believe now, that she would have preferred to go alone but, I told her that the wives that cheat usually went to these parties alone. Again I gave her the ammo she needed. At these gathering, (parties if you prefer) Marsha was always in the thick of things. The minute we walked in the doors she would start making her rounds, she didn't have to introduce me anymore since it was pretty much always the same people. I would just sit back in a chair and observe all the people there, mostly the wives of the salesmen. There were a lot of good looking women there, all sizes and shapes. They were always dressed up and seemed to be pretty friendly. They always seemed to gather in a cluster, I guess this is so they could gossip. My Marsha, though, hung out with the men, she liked the attention. I kept an eye on her to watch for funny business, but never saw any. Again I told her while reading my stories that is one of the mistakes the wives made. Letting men have a touch and feel at parties. She did seem to spend a lot of time around a guy named Bob. He was one of the lead salesmen and was a couple of years younger then us. He was married to a cute gal named Nancy. She was one of the prettiest gals there, but didn't socialize like a ...