I've written before about Laura's experience. Sorry to bore those who have aready read about it. I was a motorcycle industry sales rep, calling on customers in a five-state area. I came home from Oklahoma City to the remark, "I met a guy who wants to fuck me, Darling." She snuggled her nude body closer.
Every man she ever met wanted to fuck her, in my opinion. We had decided during our first date that a marriage spent "cleaving only unto each other," would get boring.
"That's not surprising, Sweetheart. Have you had an adventure?"
"Not yet, but I want to if it's okay with you. Richard is soft-spoken, has a nice smile, and he's a muscled hunk! If I were single, I'd do him in a heartbeat. He asked me to dinner."
"I assume you said 'yes'. When do you want it to happen?"
She kissed me long and hard (so to speak) and whispered, "I think next Thursday. That way, I'll still have his cum in my pussy on Friday. You can mix yours with Richard's when you get back from Dallas while I whisper the story into your ear. Put me in the mood to commit adultery, Darling."
My trip to Dallas was unusually productive. Dealers were stocking up for the coming season. I was beaming all the time. One buyer asked why I was so jovial. I blamed it on the beautiful late-spring weather. Laura and I talked every evening when I was on the road. That week was heavy with "Project: Fuck Richard" plans. We didn't talk on Thursday, fearing it might interrupt them in "mid-fuck". I watched a movie in my hotel room about a Texas couple who met as competitive wildcatters. I rushed through my appointments and finished on Friday morning. All right, I admit to not making any cold calls. I arrived home in time for a candlelight dinner, and a wife wearing a new negligee.
"Did you wear that with Richard, Sweetheart?"
"I bought it today for you, wore an old one for Richard. I'm so lucky being married to you, Darling. You're about to be welcomed by a grateful and very well-lubricated pussy. Tell me about Dallas at dinner first." Dinner didn't take long.