Happy Birthday, Sweetheart

Mar seldom used the word. I wondered if she was saying it for my benefit.

"A few minutes later, I had his pants open, he had my skirt up and my panties off, and I was on the floor with my legs drawn up against my chest as he pushed his cock into me. It was so hard and I was so wet, it just slid all the way in. It didn't last long. We were both too hot to last. Claude found a box of tissues. My crotch was a swamp. After we were dressed again, we sat and talked for a few minutes. I was feeling guilty and so was he. We agreed that what we had done wouldn't be repeated."

"I showered as soon as I got home and hoped that there were no outward signs of what I'd done, but strangely enough, I didn't feel much regret -- only a bit. After all it wasn't going to happen again. It shows you how you can deceive yourself."

The following day at work, I thought about how awful I'd been to make love..., no, to fuck, Claude, but in the same thought, I admitted to myself that it was the most exciting sex I'd had in years. I'm sorry, darling, but it was. It was exciting, but it wasn't intimate and loving, but I never had that particular thought at the time."

"I stayed away from Lee's..., from Claude, for two or three days, even though he called. I knew that sooner or later I'd go back. It's like I was addicted to the high of it. I never gave the slightest thought of the damage it could do to... us."

"The next day, I came home as usual. You weren't home from work yet, and Claude called. He talked dirty to me on the phone, telling me how hard his cock had been since we fucked. My pussy just gushed when he said that, and I knew I had to have another fix. I told you I was going to visit Lee after supper and when I got there, he grabbed me and dragged me downstairs to Paul's bedroom. After some frantic kissing I got down on my knees and inhaled his cock. He didn't last long at all and came more than I could swallow, and his semen ran down my neck and all over my sweater."

"The feel of his come on my skin made me absolutely wild. He got my pants off, and just pulled my panties aside and started to lick me. When he sucked on my clit, I went off like a mad woman, screaming and yelling."

"We calmed down a bit after that, and kissed and groped until I went down on him again. It took him a while to get hard again, but once he was, he lay down on his back and I straddled him. I was still very wet, sopping wet, and I sank down on him easily, it went all the way in without any resistance. Since we'd both come, we were able to screw for quite a while, in several different positions. I had at least two more orgasms and when he was ready, he pulled out and squirted all over my breasts."

This was not easy to listen to, but I really felt that I'd be able to lose some of the anxiety that had built up.

"Was that it? Did you do anything else that night?" I asked Mar, intent on knowing everything that had happened.

She continued, "I was still pretty hot and wanted to suck him off again, but he was done for the night. As I left, we..."

My cell phone rang and interrupted Mar's narrative, and I picked it up and went into the bedroom to talk.

Half an hour later, I hung up and looked around for Mar, and found her packing the leftover Chinese into the fridge.

"Well," I said. "That was an interesting call."

"Who was it?" Mar asked.

"It was your Mom, calling with some advice..., and a bit of a story to tell."

"About what?"

"Well, her advice was pretty straightforward. 'Do whatever it takes to stay together. It will work out in the end.' That's not too surprising, but the story really blew me away."

"Why? What is it about?"

"It seems that your folks had a problem similar to this years ago. She wanted me to know about it. I guess the message is that it can happen to anyone, and that it can be fixed."

Mar's mouth hung open in surprise. "You mean one of them had an affair?. I don't believe it. They've always been so happy together."

"I'd always thought so, too. It must have taken a lot of guts to open up about it after all this time. It was when you were quite young, and of course, it was something they never wanted you and Lee to know about."

I continued, "It seems that just after Lee started school, your Mom was having difficulty adjusting to being at home alone. She was lonely and depressed a lot of the time, with your Dad traveling so much..."

Mar's hand went to her mouth. "My God, you mean it was Mom? I thought..."

"That's right. "Her self esteem was in the cellar, and when she met up with a guy at a PTA meeting, the father of one of Lee's classmates, who flirted, paid attention to her, made her feel good about herself, it happened. He was married, too, so they met while your Dad was away. Carried on for about six months, until his wife caught on."

"What happened?"

"Your Dad was furious at first, and moved out for five or six weeks, then...."

Mar had a look of realization on her face. "I remember that, now. Mom told us he was working out of town. I vaguely remember her being really unhappy during that time, but I thought is was because of Dad's job. And...?"

"They decided that they'd either have to try and work it out, or divorce. It took a few years before all the fallout evaporated and your Pop's trust in Sharon was fully restored, but as she said on the phone, they're both glad they decided to try."

Mar appeared buoyed by the message from her Mom, then asked. "They made it work. Can we try, please? Please, Honey."

I replied, "I want to give it a shot. I'm not ready to give up on us yet.

She lit up with the brightest smile I'd seen in a while and hugged me tight. We kissed long and hard and I could feel my cock lengthening in my pants. I broke the kiss and held her at arm's length.

"One more thing. Your Dad came on the line after your Mom was done. He suggested that we should get back in the saddle, sooner rather than later..."

A puzzled look crossed Mar's face for a second, then a smile. "You mean...?"

"Yup. He said they didn't. They slept in separate rooms for way too long. He thinks that he should have just put the anger aside and... how do I put this delicately... got in on with your Mom right away."

"Can we?" she asked. Are you OK?"

To answer her,.I held out my hand. Mar took it and we walked down the hall into the bedroom.

We kissed long and hard, then fell on the bed and kissed some more. At some point we lost most of our clothes. I was sucking on one of Mar's hard, sensitive nipples as I slid a finger in and out of her very wet slit, dragging the back of my thumb across her clit. Little moans escaped her throat.

She was having fun, too. One hand was in my hair, making sure I didn't leave that very erect nipple, while the other fondled my balls, something that has always made me very, very hard.

With a familiar move, Mar pushed me onto my back and slid back to take my dick into her mouth. Then disaster struck! I immediately thought of her blowing Claude, overheard in my in-laws basement. I wilted.

"Fuck!" I barked.

Mar jumped back with fear in her eyes. "What is it?"

I didn't need to answer. She knew what had happened. "Oh, baby," she cried. "I'm sorry. I didn't think..."

"That's just it, Mar. You didn't think! If you'd thought things through before you fucked your asshole brother-in-law, everything would be fine. But it's not fine, is it?"

I pulled my pants on and stomped off to the family room and plunked myself down in front of the TV. I flipped through the channels, but wasn't paying any attention to what was on the screen, but rather was back on the mental treadmill again, thinking this time about Mar swallowing Claude's come the previous evening.

Mar knew well enough to leave me alone. She stuck her head around the corner just after ten, "I'm going to bed, Don," she said in a sad, resigned voice. "I love you..."

I decided to go to bed too, and made my way back to the spare room. Sleep came easier this night, simply because I was exhausted.

Sometime early in the morning, while it was still dark, I felt Mar slip into the bed with me and mould herself to my back. She held herself to me for a short while, until warm tears landed on my shoulder, and she slipped away, sobbing quietly.

As much as her willful acts hurt me and angered me, I couldn't make myself think that I didn't love her, now, as much as I ever had. It had simply been a mistake, a bad one, but one that needed to be forgiven. I got up and made my way to the master bedroom and lay down beside her. Still crying, she rolled over and held me tight. We made love slowly and deliberately, and after her orgasm, I came, too, with tears in my eyes.

Epilogue

Half a year had passed since my wife Mar had been found out. She'd been cheating on me with her brother-in-law, and had slipped up at a party at her parents house. The whole family learned that they were fucking around.

While I had decided early on that I didn't want to split up, the after-effects lingered on for a while. I went through periods of anger and depression, interspersed with some happy times, where we felt as good as, if not better, than we had prior to the 'incident', as it became known between us. When things were good, we made love regularly, although I wasn't able to keep an erection when Mar performed fellatio on me. That triggered some anxiety in me, but Mar seemed determined to help me get over it, and kept trying, suggesting that it was good therapy. On the odd occasion, I stayed firm and she reveled in taking my ejaculation down her throat, milking me dry.

Mar's sister, Lee, and brother-in-law, Claude didn't recover as well. Even with strong encouragement from Mar's mother, Lee and Claude split up for a while. They were now back together again, but didn't seem to be getting along that well. Lee spoke to Mar only when she had to, and I hadn't seen or talked to Claude since that January evening.

Six weeks into the recovery period, Mar and I had a strange conversation while basking the afterglow of a good fuck. It centered around the one thing that I thought had prompted Mar's unfaithful behavior, and that was the lack of excitement in our love life. I don't know where in the depths of my fertile mind the idea had come from, it was so off the wall, at least for me, and of course it surprised the hell out of Mar, too

"Remember when you suggested that we needed to get some of the lust back in our love life?" I asked her.

"Uh huh", she answered.

We really haven't made much progress there, have we? I suggested.

"Well, no. But we've had other things on our minds. Like reestablishing your trust in me, for one. That's more important, isn't it?

"Yeah, it's very important, but I really think the lust thing is important, too. We're too dull. We need to start thinking about creating some excitement in our love life."

She cocked her head and looked at me. "Do you have something in mind?"

"Yeah, sort of. Say you met a man who turned your crank, and you could see yourself naked and in bed with him. If you told me about it before hand and I said to go for it, would you do it? Could you seduce him? Could you all excited and go out and get yourself properly fucked?"

She looked at me as if I had just landed from another planet.

"You're not serious, are you? You're just testing me. I couldn't cheat on you again."

I looked in the eye. "It's not cheating if you have my permission. I would never, ever, want you to go behind my back again. What I'm thinking of here is consensual..., opening up our marriage a bit. Would you be interested?"

"Hmm, I suppose this works both ways, right?"

I nodded, "Yeah, of course."

She continued, "I'd have trouble giving you permission to fuck another woman. I'd be scared that I might lose you."

I laughed, "After all of this, there's not much chance of that happening. You're stuck with me."

She stroked my cock. "I don't mind being stuck with this."

She continued. "It would certainly spice things up, but I don't think I'm ready for it yet. Maybe someday."

That conversation took place more than three months ago. Neither of us has pursued others for sex, and maybe we never will, but the idea has certainly made for some very interesting pillow talk.

We're still making very good progress on overcoming the aftermath of Mar's infidelity, and I'd have to say that things are working out better than I'd expected. I'm a happy man, and I'm looking forward to celebrating my wife's next birthday.