Stretching My Marriage Vows

by Laran Mithras

  We were sat in a low-lit booth and my heart raced as if I was on my first date. I felt nervous and shaky, but I couldn't keep the smile from my face.

  He asked me about what I thought of my work. If I had any problems, and if I enjoyed working inside the church.

  It felt so good to hear his concern. I felt all warm and accepted. This was far different than the sanitary work feeling of closing a real estate deal. I felt valued.

  He was a good listener. His eyes twinkled as he looked into mine and his smile was pleased. I felt more of a woman at that moment than I had in a long time. I suddenly wanted Carson to notice me. I wanted him to smell my perfume. I wanted him to look at me as a man would.

  It was after lunch as we walked to the car that my pulse went into overdrive. He walked me to my side and stopped there. His gaze looked into mine with an intensity that almost made me gasp. He leaned close and I could see him inhale deeply. His eyes moved to my lips and then down to my neck and cleavage. He looked back up and smiled slowly.

  He said something then I'll never forget – a treasure for me in my memories. "Liv…you're intoxicating."

  My knees threatened to give out. I wanted him to touch me. A hand, a hug – anything. I wanted to feel his manliness strong against my femininity just to feel his strength. That he was so close had me trembling like a frightened kitten. What would his touch be like? How different than Jim's? Why do I feel I need to know?

  He moved away and a vacuum of need filled his place. I almost wanted to cry at the sudden loss of his closeness.

  CHAPTER 7

  At the church, he asked me. "How would you and Jim like to come over Saturday without the hassles of work? A social visit. A barbecue."

  I would have said yes to anything at all. "Okay." I wanted to be around him more – to see more of his eyes and smile.

  He nodded, that playful smile on his face. "Good, I'm glad you want to."

  ~ ~ ~

  I said, "They invited us this Saturday."

  Jim looked up from rubbing wax onto the Mustang. "Oh, yeah?"

  "Say you want to go."

  He grunted. "I don't know, maybe. What for, anyway?"

  "He said a barbecue. But Rachel had said something about playing. I don't know, cards?"

  "Playing?"

  "Yeah, she asked me if you and I ever played. But she didn't say which game."

  He blinked at me several times and then slowly began rubbing wax again. "Sure, I'll go." There was an unusual smile on his face. "Definitely."

  I bounced a little, smiling. I didn't want to sound over-eager. I wasn't sure how Jim would react if he knew I was trying to get Carson to notice me now. Sometimes men were really stupid and I didn't want to confuse my husband.

  ~ ~ ~

  Saturday became one of my best memories to date.

  I thrilled to be invited to Carson's home; I felt as if my life had turned for the better. A better job, better pay, better friends… I wanted to sing.

  I wore the plaid shirt and jeans that had first drawn compliments. I buttoned it down three and reveled in the amount of cleavage it showed. That Carson had looked made it seem right. Almost half of my upper boobs were exposed and it felt good.

  Really, I looked normal for a woman with bigger breasts. Many went around with more exposed than I did.

  My perfume was light and my lipstick hinting at a kiss. What would a kiss from Carson be like? Electrifying? Hot and melting? Pumping with adrenaline? All of it? Would I ever know?

  Ellie was there, too. When she saw me, she had the brightest look on her face I've ever seen. She bounced up to me and gave me a hug that shocked me. Then she blushed and pulled away.

  We drank lightly and I was feeling good. Several times, Carson had me cornered, drink in hand, talking to me about friends and being friends. He said that he felt fortunate that Jim and I were becoming their friends.

  I could only nod, wanting more but not knowing what.

  Carson also talked with Jim, and they walked out in the backyard for quite a while talking about who knows what. Probably Jim's car.

  It was late in the day when I was sitting on the leather couch in their library and Rachel sat down beside me, touching.

  Ellie was sitting on the other side of the coffee table, feet curled under her.

  Rachel put down her drink and turned to me. "Liv…"

  I couldn't help but smile. She had been so friendly and sweet, even when Carson had monopolized my time. "Yes?"

  She put her arm around my back on the couch and leaned even closer. Her lips were almost brushing my ear. "Carson's birthday is in three weeks. I'd like you and Jim to come."

  I was startled, but pleased. Wow, we really are becoming friends. "Sure, do I need to coordinate anything?"

  Her finger touched my lips and slowly drew down and away. "Not for work. Just you two, us and Ellie."

  My heart hammered in my chest. Wow. "We'd love to." My voice shook. I looked at her, her face so close – her eyes shining with delight.

  "Wonderful, I was hoping you would. I want to give my husband something special."

  Ellie clasped her hands at her throat and bounced with delight in her chair. Her eyes flashed with joy and eagerness.

  I said, "I would do anything…" I couldn't finish what I really wanted to say. I'd do anything to be around him.

  ~ ~ ~

  Monday turned into a fantastic day. Not only did Carson keep taking me to lunch at The Oak Room, but out at the car when we were leaving, I felt his touch.

  He had gripped my arms and looked into my eyes with his intense gaze.

  I quivered, wanting to collapse. I could feel the tingles of his touch in my arms. I felt as if any moment my teeth would chatter.

  But that wasn't all. He pulled my hips to his in an embrace, but not a full hug. He leaned back so he could see me and talk.

  He said, "Rachel says you accepted for my birthday?"

  I nodded. I couldn't talk. I could feel his manliness pressed against me, his bulge pressing into the cleft of my thighs – near my clit. I wanted to weep having experienced this touch. A smile grew on my face as the joy of finally feeling him wound through me.

  He said, "I had already asked Jim. He was eager, but didn't know if you would want to."

  I laughed in a burst of panic and relief. "Oh, of course I do." Jim has no clue.

  That's when he returned my smile with his and drew the rest of me to him in a hug.

  I clung, panting, excited to finally feel the satisfaction in my arms after aching for the experience for so long. It was a wonderful, friendly hug. I felt heat in me twisting tighter as a dizziness overcame me. I'm going to need some attention tonight from Jim.

  I could feel Carson pressed tightly against me. All of him. By the time he released me from the hug, I was almost hyperventilating. I smiled in wondrous relief.

  He looked at me with a mischievous twinkle. "I hope that didn't offend you."

  I laughed. "Um, no." My voice went quiet. "It was nice."

  ~ ~ ~

  I rode my husband's long cock with a ferocity that had me panting. I quivered, shaking, as the coils in me tightened. I felt him against me today. I gasped as the coiled wave pushed closer.

  Jim was grinning up at me. "What got you all worked up?"

  I knew I couldn't tell him; he wouldn't understand. "Mmm…" Carson's intense gaze flickered through my memory. I gasped again.

  "Something happen at lunch today?"

  "What? No. He's been very nice."

  "He still looking at your cleavage?"

  I moaned and rode faster. "Yes, I kind of like the attention."

  "No hugs or kisses?"

  How did he know? I almost felt annoyed. Lucky guess? I frowned. "Well, actually a hug, yes."

  He grinned and humped his hips under me. "Was it a full hug or a cheap back-pat hug?"

  I laughed nervously, the coils in me threatening. I gasped. "A full hug." I moved on his cock, rotating my pussy on his filling shaft. I

can't tell him I felt Carson's bulge; he wouldn't understand. I couldn't tell him I came home totally horny over the hug and needed some satisfaction. No, I can't tell him how Carson's cock was pressed against my clit… I cried out as the wave broke over me, tumbling me in a jerking push-pull of convulsions and release.

  Jim pulled on my hips and thrust up. His eyes screwed shut and he groaned heavily. His hotness flooded me.

  ~ ~ ~

  Jim took a special interest in helping me dress each morning. He didn't convince me of doing anything I wasn't going to do, but he didn't try that way. Handing me my perfume was as much coercion as he gave.

  I felt alive. I felt as if the world was mine and all the good energy of life flowed through me. I got love from my husband each morning and night, and during the day, looks and hugs from Carson. I felt the joy of so much attention that I wanted to burst.

  The hugs happened every day. They became longer and tighter. I loved feeling his hardness pressed against me. His chest, his muscles, his manhood. It was a thrill to the woman I was.

  On Friday, he almost kissed me. My lips ached to touch his. My mouth was open slightly. So was his. Our faces were close. I could feel his breath. More importantly, fueling my desire beyond my imagination, was seeing the desire in his eyes. I knew then he wanted to kiss me.

  I wanted it. I waited. I needed it. I wanted to know what his kiss felt like. I wanted his lips crushed into mine. I wanted to feel his tongue. All the while, his manhood pressed against me firmed. I was shaking so hard with need that I couldn't think straight. He's excited by me!

  But the kiss didn't come. I almost cried when he pulled away. He brushed back my hair with his fingers and slowly moved back.

  ~ ~ ~

  Why wouldn't he kiss me? I was in a foul mood all weekend.

  Jim tried to ask. I didn't answer because he wouldn't understand.

  Monday, I dressed even sexier. I wore my shortest skirt and my loosest blouse. Am I not attractive enough for a kiss? Will this do it?

  He didn't kiss me.

  Jim was happy because I took out my sexual frustrations on him. I love my husband. I enjoyed making love to him. But it was fueled by the teasing I received from Carson all week. Well satisfied at home, I went to work and was immersed with an aggravating need to feel Carson up close. I quivered in his embrace each day, pressing my pussy back against him with a moaning ache.

  He drove me nuts that Monday, moving his manhood in response to my pressing. He pressed back and moved a little to the side. He's rubbing my clit! I gasped and clung to him, pushing back again until we were both moving, our crotches pressed together and moving salaciously in the parking lot of The Oak Room.

  ~ ~ ~

  I moaned under my husband. There was no doubt I was enjoying Jim's love and passion, but my eyes were closed, thinking of Carson.

  Jim said, panting, "Still getting hugs?"

  I opened my eyes. Had there been something on my face? But I didn't feel guilty; they were only hugs and fully clothed and all that. "Yes."

  "Are they fun?"

  I chuckled rapidly and shook my head. There's no way you would understand. "Um, sure."

  He smiled, pumping his wonderful cock into me. "Can you feel him?"

  Oh, boy, can I. But you probably wouldn't understand that's how I took your question. "Of course; we're hugging." But I can feel his manhood and it feels so good…

  "I mean, can you feel his…package?"

  My eyes opened fully. Now why would you be thinking about his cock? Funny that you were and I was, too. Odd coincidence. "Umm…"

  "You said they were full hugs."

  Do I tell him? Or claim I don't know? I laughed nervously. "His package?"

  He thrust deep and stopped. "When I hug you, don't you feel me pressed against you?"

  "Well, yes…"

  "Are you telling me you don't feel him?"

  "Maybe I never thought about it—"

  "So he has no man-package. What is he, a trans-sexual? Does he wear lipstick in secret?"

  I laughed incredulously. "Stop it; he is not. He's a man."

  "So you have felt it."

  Oh my gosh. Fine, whatever. "Yes, I guess I have. I mean, it's hard not to in a hug."

  He leaned down, moving a little in me. He whispered, "Does it feel nice?"

  I gasped uncontrollably. I felt my throat constrict a little and my breathing become difficult. "Um, I don't know about that."

  He rested on me closer, his face inches from mine. I opened my mouth in desire, wanting his kiss.

  He said, "Come on, now. You can feel it pressed against you and you haven't thought it felt nice?"

  I whimpered and clamped my mouth shut in surprise. But my mouth popped back open and I panted.

  He said, "Does it feel nice?"

  My words were a choked whisper in return. "I…guess so."

  He lowered his voice to a whisper again. "Do you like it pressed against you?"

  A violent force crashed through me making me cry out. I twisted violently underneath him as my orgasm wracked my body with pulses of victory over my control. After a moment, I sagged, defeated. He's not going to understand.

  Jim was smiling at me and pushing his erection into me deep and slow. He leaned up a little and began driving into me. His thrusting brought his hips into mine and my throbbing clit took a light pounding.

  I moaned, wild, flinging my head – trying to chase away that I had cum thinking of Carson. I felt my husband's passion flood me and I wrapped his strong shoulders in my arms.

  CHAPTER 8

  Carson's birthday was on a Friday.

  He did not take me to lunch.

  I was mad with need and squirmed in my chair the entire day. Should I go in there and ask why he didn't invite me? Should I ask Ellie?

  My mind wasn't on my job, but I only had to check the progress of the choir coordination. It was all being handled to the satisfaction of the choir director, so I had nothing to do. I tried to look over event receipts to see if there was a way I could increase efficiency.

  But my mind wasn't on it.

  At home, I changed out of my work-clothes and showered.

  Jim met me out of the bathroom. He was grinning. "Looking forward to the party?"

  We were due in a little over an hour. I was annoyed at the entire day, but knew he couldn't possibly understand what I was going through. I sighed heavily. "I suppose."

  "Cheer up, it should be fun."

  I looked at him and made a face. How could you say that when you don't know how tortured I've been?

  He was still smiling. "What're you wearing?"

  I tossed up a hand. Not like it matters, does it? I'm not going to be getting any hugs tonight, that's for sure.

  "Wear your black skirt and blouse. It sets off your hair." He opened my dresser.

  I sighed. "Sure."

  He pulled out a black bra and panties set.

  I pulled my black stockings out.

  He shook his head. "Nah, not those."

  "My skirt is kind of short."

  He said, "No one's going to notice."

  I wanted to cry. You're so right. Why bother? He didn't even take me to lunch today; he's going to be too busy with his birthday to notice me.

  He handed me the perfume.

  I shook my head. You can't understand. I had felt so alive and on top of the whole world, but tonight I felt crushed.

  He set it down and took me into a hug.

  I clung to him desperately as he stroked my back. I guess I was just a passing…what? What was I to Carson? Just someone nice? Had I allowed myself to feel things too far? Had I come to want and then expect more from him that he couldn't give? I need to pull myself back from the edge. I froze. The edge of what?

  I quivered, wondering at the secret inside of me. What was driving me? What was haunting me? Have I gone too far enjoying the hugs of another man? Have I gone too far liking the feeling of Carson's bulge against me?

  Jim pecked my lips. "Try some lipstick."

  I needed to stop thinking and sleep on it. I took the lipstick.

  ~ ~ ~

  Carson greeted us at the door.

  Knowing nothing could happen in front of everyone, I was surprised when he shook Jim's hand and then took me into a hug. He pulled me up to him and gave a gentle squeeze.

  I trembled nervously, wanting more but knowing it would have to wait.

  I was surprised when he didn't completely let go. He turned me in one arm and held me around the waist.

  We watched Rachel shake Jim's hand and give him a peck on the cheek.

  Ellie gave Carson and me a bright smile and hugged us both. Then she gave Jim a quick squeeze.

  Carson was grinning. "Let's settle in, shall we? I have drinks prepared."

  His party wasn't a standard birthday party you would come to expect. Their library had four red bows attached to lamps that reminded me of expensive Christmas decorations. There was a small cake on a sideboard and drinks had been set out.

  Jim was sitting, drink in hand. "How old does this make you, now?"

  I was sitting between them.

  Carson winked. "Forty-six."

  My husband chuckled. "You got the both of us by five years."

  Rachel was sitting with Ellie on the love seat. She said, "And me by two years."

  Ellie rolled bright eyes. "I know, I know, I'm the kid here."

  Rachel patted her knee. "Nonsense."

  She shrugged. "I like older friends."

  I said, "You didn't bring Ryan? Was that your boyfriend's name?"

  She gave me a wry look. "He wouldn't understand."

  Oh, what do I say to that?

  Rachel stood and came over to us. Her look was intent."Liv…could I borrow your husband for a few moments?"

  "Um, sure?"

  She held out her hand to Jim and smiled brightly. "Come, I have something to show you."

  I watched my husband follow her out to the hallway. Ellie trailed after them.

  Carson leaned over to me. "I missed our lunch today."

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