"You want me included or she does?"
"Eileen, I'm not doing anything behind your back. This will help you, I think, if you at least meet the woman I plan to date for a while."
"How long is a while?" I ask.
"I don't know. As long as it takes," he says.
"As long as it takes for what, Bruce? This is just a weird ass situation. I'm not comfortable with it," I say the biting words through the phone. I could sense my husband wince as I spoke.
"It's up to you. Take it or leave it. You having lunch with Amber won't change my mind about what I'm doing here." His voice bit right back at me.
"Fine, I'll do lunch with your girlfriend," I say, about to gag from saying it.
The next day I'm at the little cafe on the corner from Bruce's dry cleaners waiting for Amber. I have no clue what this woman looks like and I assume she's seen our family portrait in Bruce's office and already knows what I look like.
A buxom blonde walks through the door and makes a stop at the counter. She glances my way. Surely not; I'm petite, thin, and totally opposite of this woman. She heads right toward me. She smiles as she approaches my table.
"Eileen?" she says, beaming a nice warm smile my way.
"Yes," I say with a forced grin.
"Amber," she says and extends her hand for me to shake. I reluctantly take it and nod.
As she sits down, I marvel at my husband's choice of girlfriend. Perhaps he's tired of skinny and petite? Amber is a nice looking woman, but she's much larger than me. Her breasts have to be beyond a DD. Her red suit is well-fitting and the white blouse barely contains her breasts, but she's not slutty looking like I thought she'd be. Her short blonde hair is neatly styled above her neck; she's fashionable enough. Still, I stare. My husband always made such a play for me. Always enjoying the way he claimed he could pick me up and set me on his dick whenever he wanted. Not with Amber here. She's more cushion for the pushin'.
"Thank you for meeting with me. I know this is not conventional, but I didn't want to be the other woman without the wife knowing," Amber says and chuckles.
I couldn't laugh. I just stare at her, trying to have a pleasant look on my face, but I still feel as if I've been punched in the gut after Bruce's announcement. I know I probably look like I'm about to cry.
"Honey, it's okay; I won't bite, I promise," Amber says.
I laugh. "I'm not worried about you biting me," I say and she laughs too.
The waitress steps up to take our order. I have no appetite but I order a little sandwich anyway. Amber orders a salad. Does she think she impresses me with that?
"What are you thinking? About this," Amber asks.
I just shake my head. "What am I supposed to think, Amber? My husband just announced he wants to cheat on me with my blessing. I'm still reeling from that news. And here I sit in front of the woman my husband wants to fuck. How am I supposed to feel about this?" I say. I feel the tears build up and yet I have to find the strength to keep them down. I don't want to cry in front of the other woman.
"He said you were pretty upset. I asked him if it would be okay that we meet. I do not want you thinking I'm out to steal your husband," Amber says. Her voice is calming and sweet. Her personality is warm. I can see why Bruce likes her. Hell, I'd like her if it weren't for the fact that she wants to fuck my husband.
"I don't know what to say. I'm upset. I feel like my life is over. He may as well have asked for a divorce," I blurt out.
"Oh, no; honey, Bruce does love you. He doesn't want to leave you. He's very adamant about that fact. He just needs a little diversion. We all do from time to time; it's human nature. It's not normal for a man to be bound to just one woman for his entire life. Everything about him craves to be with other women, but our society forces us to be in these monogamous relationships. This is why so many marriages end in divorce. If couples would just make room for a little extra marital fun once in a while many divorces could be avoided. I'm here to tell you I'm not out to destroy your marriage. I'm here to help fix it. Just not the way you think it should be fixed. Please try to see this from his point of view," she says.
"You talk like you're an expert," I say, narrowing my eyes at her.
She laughs again. "Well, as a matter of a fact I am a relationship therapist," she says.
"So you take it upon yourself to fulfill the role of playmate to save marriages?" I ask.
"Well, not really," she says and laughs. I seem to really be humorous today. "I am a relationship therapist. I am one who recommends more of an open marriage. I don't believe in sweeping stuff under the rug, but to bring it out in the open. It's not a mainstream philosophy but it's one that works better than old school," she says.
"So, then tell me how it came about; you and Bruce. Did he seek you out to get relationship advice?" I ask.
"No, our mutual friend Tammy introduced us. I'm Tammy and Roger's therapist. She told me she had a friend who needed some relationship advice and asked me to stop by to talk with him one day so I did. I had dry cleaning, ironically, to pick up from there. I never noticed him before and he invited me back to his office to pick my brain. He said he wanted to save your marriage and from day one it's been about that," she says.
"So you just what? Swooped in and said, hey, let's go on a date, get your wife's blessing and I'll be a date with benefits?"
"No, it wasn't like that," she says with another laugh. "I was honestly talking with him about relationships and it just sort of came about. I find myself attracted to him, so I suggested he date and he asked if I'd be the one he dated. I said yes before I knew what I was doing. Of course, had we been in a true patient therapy session I would have never done that. But there we were, just chit-chatting over lunch, and it came out. We have done nothing; we haven't dated. I was very clear about that. In order to save the marriage, he has to be honest with you."
"So he wasn't going to then until you suggested it?"
"Well, I think he was torn. Bruce didn't want to cheat on you. He wants the marriage to be okay. When I started talking about all of this it's like he just blossomed out of his gloomy mood. I knew it was the right thing. I'm so glad he went home and talked with you, that's so important. I know you are still iffy about the whole thing but please be assured, I'm not out to become the next Mrs. Bruce Cambury. That is your job, my dear," she says.
To hear her talk it made it sound okay. I hated her for making me feel that it could be okay. I want to brood and be hurt and I want to hate her, but for some reason I just can't. She's so friendly and warm.
Amber places her hand on mine and looks me in the eye. "Listen, this whole thing is just going to be about him having a good time. I rather enjoy these types of relationships. I have no desire to settle down with anyone; I move on quickly. In my line of work, well, it's just best that I keep my options open," she says.
"Do you have children?" I ask.
She shakes her head. "No, I have polycystic ovarian syndrome and I was told as a teen that if I ever wanted to have children I'd have to go the IVF route. That's not for me. I'm footloose and fancy free and want to stay that way."
I feel sorry for her in a way, but in another way I don't agree with what she promotes. Still, I'm here and my husband wants to do this. Another burning question was on my heart. "What if you fall in love with him? Or him with you?" I ask.
"I'm not setting out to fall in love, hon. I just want a good time. He just wants a good time. He's a father and a husband, and I have no interest in keeping him. As for him, I think he'll realize what he has with you. But just give him the room to explore and satisfy this need. You do it too. Find someone and go out and have fun," she says.
I smile politely. "Thank you for meeting me," I say. I proceed to get up. "I'm sure we'll be running into one another through this, whatever this is, and however long it lasts. I will say, while he's out playing he will not be sleeping in my bed. I'm not sure how this will serve our marriage, it seems we're separating but just staying under the same ro
of."
Chapter Four: Caught in the Act
I wonder how this would all transpire and it doesn't take long for me to find out. The next day Bruce comes in and tells me not to fix supper for him because he's going out with Amber. I lose my appetite and sit pouting in the living room. Bruce appears dressed casually and is all smiles.
"You have plans?" he asks as he gathers his keys and wallet.
I chuckle sarcastically. "Yeah, me and the TV are going to watch our favorite programs. If I'm lucky, I might have time for a nice hot bath. Or do I need to vacate the home so you can bring her here?" I ask.
"Of course you don't have to leave. I will never bring her here if you are home. Later," he says and turns for the door.
If I'm home, I fume. This means he may bring her here and I aim to kick his ass out of our bedroom. We have a guest room that has a separate outside entrance. It originally was a family room, but we decided years ago to turn it into a nice guest room when his younger brother came to live with us for a few months. I spend the entire evening moving all of his clothing and items to the guest room, his new room.
I just fall asleep in the recliner watching a movie when he finally stumbles through the door. I glance at the clock, it is midnight-thirty. I only stayed up so I could direct him to his new room. No way in hell I'm going to share a bed with him after he's fucked her.
"I took the liberty and moved your things into the guest room. I may have given you permission to date, but I will not sleep with you while you are doing this," I say and get up to walk to my room to go to bed, leaving him standing in the living room.
It's the weekend and I make plans to spend the day out and away. I'm going to drive to the city to hit the malls and do some shopping therapy. I tell Bruce and he lights up like a Christmas tree, like my being gone just made his day.
"When are you leaving?" he asks.
"In a few minutes, I just have to put on my shoes," I say, offering him a frown. I know what he's planning and I don't like it at all.
I disappear into my room and he goes into the guest room. Just as I'm leaving, my phone rings and it's my sister. I stop to answer it and end up sitting in my room to finish the conversation. Thirty minutes later I hang up and make my way to the garage. I'm sitting in the car and push the garage door button only to find a strange car parked in the driveway right behind me, blocking my car. I turn off the car and go back inside the house, certain to find Amber. I will just ask her to please let me out before she goes after Bruce.
I don't find them in the living room or anywhere. I put my stuff down and quietly walk to the other side of the home where the guest room is. I can hear muffled voices coming from within. The door to the room leads to a little entry way and it opens into the large room a few steps down, since this was originally the end carport converted into a giant room.
The door isn't fully shut so I open it and step within. I'm hidden in the entryway and they are in there talking. I peek around the corner and they are standing in the middle of the room, my husband has a rapt look on his face. He's just a hair taller than Amber and his hands are on her face, he's looking at her tenderly just like he looked at me in the past. I want to clear my throat or announce my presence with a knock, but I freeze in place, watching them instead.
Bruce leans in and kisses Amber; she's fiddling with her blouse. Bruce has on a pair of athletic pants with no shirt. The kiss lasts longer than a moment as the blouse falls to the floor. Bruce pulls back to gander at her large chest. He truly looks like a kid in a candy store, a small smile on his face, his green eyes wide."Mmm," he moans as his hands come up to cup the giant melons.
His hand reaches behind and he fumbles with her massive bra closure. She giggles and reaches around to undo it, releasing the girls to flop right out at my husband, her giant pink nipples touching him on the bare chest. He pulls her to him, smooshing the boobs to him and obviously enjoying the sensation. Bruce always made a big deal of feeling my smaller breasts on his bare chest. His hand roams over her bare back and back around where he squeezes her nipples and grabs a nice handful of flesh. This time she says, "Mmmm."
Part of me feels I should turn and leave. Part of me wants to barge in and show my husband how hurt I am to catch him in the act. Part of me wants to stay and watch and find out what's so fascinating about Ms. Big Bodacious. I want to see how he makes love to her. I want to see if she pleases him more than I do. I stay put and watch, my heart breaking into a million pieces as I watch my husband cheat on me.
Amber reaches over and grabs the obvious bulge inside Bruce's pants. It doesn't take him two seconds to yank off the pants and he's fully naked. Amber runs her hands over his body and takes her turn pulling her skirt and panties off. My husband gently shoves her to the bed where she sits. He then shoves his hard cock at her and she gives him a seductive smile.
"Oh, please, may I sample of your warm man gravy?" she says. I gag.
"You can have a sample. I want to pound your pussy with all I have," Bruce says. My heart stops beating.
Amber takes hold of Bruce's erect penis and sucks it into her mouth. Bruce moans loudly and she simply goes to town. He's thrusting his pelvis forward as she sucks, his hands on her head drawing her to him. "Uhhh," he says, his eyes are closed. He finally shoves her off, a bit of pre-cum drips from his cock head.
"I want to fuck you, but I want to devour your pussy first," he says to Amber. She giggles.
"Ohhh...I like Saturday morning dirty play," Amber says as she crawls back on the bed and spreads her legs wide. "Fuck me, you stud."
"Not yet," Bruce says and goes down on her. He adjusts his hard pecker so he can lie on his belly and eat her out. She opens her legs wide and places her hands on his head. He first crawls up and nibbles on her nipples, she moans. He then crawls back down and I can hear the slurping as he's licking up her wet, shaved slit.
"Uhhh, Bruce; you give the best clit sucks. Oh, I'm working up to it baby. Come on now, pinch my nipples," she commands. I almost laugh at her take-charge attitude. Bruce obeys and his hands come up to massage her large breasts and tweak her hard nipples.
Amber begins to thrash her head back and forth and grinds her pussy into Bruce's face. He's lapping furiously now. "Mmm..." he says, his voice muffled.
"I'm going to fucking cum. You hear me? You keep my clit between your lips. Uhhhhh," Amber says as her pelvis goes into a frenzy of bucks and grinds, her moans loud and obnoxious. Bruce came up for air finally as Amber laid there panting for air.
"I'm fucking horny, I'm going to destroy your pussy with my cock," Bruce says as he crawls on top of the buxom woman. Amber lifts her legs so that her feet are on his shoulders and he shoves his hard, dripping cock into her glistening wet hole, moaning loudly as he shoves into her.
I stand there, frozen in my spot and unable to stop watching the scene in front of me. A month ago I would have laughed my ass off if someone told me I'd be watching my husband fuck another woman right in front of me and with my blessing. But now all I feel is sick to my stomach; betrayed; hurt. My husband has been giddy ever since I gave him permission to do this. Now, he's fucking this woman under our roof. He's having a good time, too.
Bruce is lasting longer than I thought he would. He's pumping in and out and exclaiming how good her tight pussy feels, how he's never had such a good fuck before. Thanks, asshole. She is slapping his ass now, telling him how he's hitting her G-spot and she's about to cum again. Lucky her, bitch. She squirms and grinds and moans loudly as she cums again. My husband begins his cum chant.
"Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, ohhhh, Amber, I'm fucking loving this, uhhh, your pussy, so good, uhhhh," he just goes on and on.
Hot tears form in my eyes. I can't take it anymore. If I hear one more word about her tight pussy or how he's never had such a good fuck before, I'm going to fucking lose it. I quickly turn and run back up the hall, not caring that I left the door wide open. I run outside and fucking remember her damn car is parked in my driveway. Amber’s too fucking bus
y to move it now. I storm away from the house, breathing hard; the tears are flowing strongly now.
I start to run up the street, my eyes practically blinded. I don't see anything but the blurred ground beneath by tear-soaked eyes. I'm crying loud, anger and hurt bubbling out of me uncontrollably. Suddenly, I run right smack into someone, a man. I'm crying so hard I can hardly catch my breath. He grabs me and leads me through a yard. I look as he fumbles at the door. It's Tim Beardsley, our neighbor. He leads me into the house and there he hugs me, holding me close as I finish crying.
"Hey, it's okay. Come on, sit down. You need to talk to someone right now. It's okay," Tim says and hands me a tissue so I can dab my eyes and blow my nose.
"Now, tell me about it," Tim says.
I look at him. He's actually not bad looking, about a decade older than me, divorced. He works out so his physique is nice. He has warm brown eyes and a head full of salty brown hair that falls in messy waves, giving him an endearing youthful look. I smile. Yes, I think I will talk to Tim about my situation. He has nice shoulders on which to cry.
Her Date
Chapter One: A Friendship is Born
I have not thought about the need to date since I have been married for fifteen years. The shock of my husband's request just two weeks ago hasn't worn off. Catching him in the act of sex with Amber was enough to send me over the edge. I ran out of the house crying and angry and hurt all at the same time. All I can say is I'm so thankful that during my teary-eyed fit I ran into Tim Beardsley, our wonderful neighbor.
After the dramatic exit from my home, I cleaned up after crying my eyes out on Tim's shoulder. I am sitting in his very homey den, looking out at the deck overlooking his lovely backyard, watching a blue jay land near the bird feeder and calling off the other birds.
"Here you go, dear," Tim says, handing me a mug of his special French vanilla coffee. The steam encircles my face; the aroma makes my mouth water.
"Mmm, thank you Tim," I say as I take a tentative sip of the hot drink.
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