Man Plans, God Laughs

Man Plans

"Man plans, and God laughs." Old Yiddish proverb.

Mike:

I had plans. I had dreams. Hell, I even had a secret savings account for the special around the world dream trip we were going to take in just a few years.

I watched my wife of 23 years blush deeply, then just continue to glow pink while she talked with a couple of co-workers during the annual employee get-together put on by her small college employer in mid-September. I was standing about 15 feet away from my wife at the time I spotted her reactions, ostensibly talking with another group of her co-workers.

Traci was talking with Rafe Searcy, whom I was introduced to earlier as a new English lit associate professor, and Janet Barnes, who worked in administration, as did Traci. Considering it was a Christian college, I doubted one of the other two told an off-color joke, meaning there was only one reason for Traci's coloring, especially her continued hue: she was very sexually aroused.

Now I possibly had an answer to a question I hadn't asked.

When you are married to someone for 23 years and together for 25, you get to know pretty much everything about that person, even if you are not paying much attention. If you are paying attention, well...

As a gambler would say it, I knew all of Traci's tells... her sexual tells. Ten minutes before, I thought I had a perfect marriage to a practically perfect woman. Now I was piecing together the puzzle of some of my wife's recent strange behavior, behavior that until that moment, I hadn't realized was strange.

Traci and I were best friends, lovers and parents of two great children. Unlike many couples, we could spend days together and never tire of each other's company. We could talk about anything from sex to history, and we shared laughter on many of those discussions. I had always joked that the best way to test marital compatibility was to take a long car ride with your potential spouse, and if you didn't kill that person, you should marry them immediately. Traci and I fit that profile to a "T."

In my opinion, our sex life was great. Yes, it had cooled off from the white-hot lust of our courtship and early marriage, but it had picked back up when the younger of our two daughters left for college a year earlier. Being empty-nesters for most of the year seemed to re-ignite our more lusty urges, and we alternated between making slow, passionate love and hard physical fucking three or four times a week.

Being gym rats, we were both still in good physical condition at 45. Traci had long blonde hair, big boobs and curves galore. Yes, she was probably 15 pounds heavier than before having our kids, but it was still put together well.

I was actually 20 pounds more muscular than when I graduated. Plus, I had 25 years of experience pleasing my wife with my dick, fingers and mouth.

Something changed two months ago, and since it mostly changed for the better, I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. I never gave it a second thought. While Traci was always a willing and active participant in our sex, she rarely initiated. Suddenly, she was initiating as much as I, and the physicality was through the roof. However, we weren't making love anymore, it was all fucking. It was great, but our focus had changed. I didn't question it then. In hindsight, that was a mistake.

Except when I was with her mingling, Traci and Rafe were never more than five feet apart during the outing. Now that I knew what I was looking at, I was able to determine that Traci's "glow" came on every time she was in proximity to Rafe, even when I was around. He would usually disappear quickly when I showed up, but as soon as Traci left my side, she would acquire a mingling partner.

I surreptitiously kept my eyes on the pair throughout the event, although I didn't have to try very hard. Traci seemed to forget everybody else when Rafe was around. I never once saw her look around, as if she might be checking to see where her husband was. Throughout the evening, she made sure to lightly touch him at every opportunity.

My emotions ran the gamut, starting at nervous and scared at first, to full-on rage after I was sure what I was seeing. What I was seeing sure looked like the end of my marriage.

I practically had to prise my wife away from Rafe at about 11. She didn't look happy when I showed up and told her it was time to go. For a brief moment her eyes flashed anger, then she dialed it back, but it wasn't quick enough for me not to have seen the look. Again, the 23 years of marriage thing.

Normally, the discussion on the evening would have flowed freely on the ride home, but I intentionally sat quietly, waiting for Traci to start. She seemed to be preoccupied for a while, staring out the passenger window until she realized that it was uncomfortably silent. Then she quickly jumped into the void with some inane conversation about how poorly dressed the college president's wife was. I wasn't very responsive.

"Wow. I'm really beat. I'm going to head up to bed," Traci said when we got home. "You coming?"

I wasn't sure if she was just trying to avoid talking the rest of the night or if she was trying to get me to go to bed so she could work out any frustration from being aroused all evening. Either way, I wasn't biting, and told her I was going to watch television for a while. I think she looked disappointed.

The next day was Saturday, so I was able to spend the whole day outside working in the yard, which gave me enough time to calm down and think things through. If Traci had any idea that things weren't golden in our universe, she did a good job of not showing it.

Things seemed a little strained around the house the next week. For my part, I tried to play it cool, but I used the Find A Phone app on my iPhone about six times each day, and in every instance Traci was where she was supposed to be, so to speak. At night, she seemed more than willing to have sex. She seemed a bit restrained the first night, but after that she went back to her recent pattern of physical fucking. As usual, I made sure to please her by providing her with several strong orgasms.

Nothing was changed the following Monday, but on Tuesday the Find A Phone app told me Traci went home at lunchtime. Fifteen minutes later, I quietly walked into my house and confirmed my marriage was toast. They weren't exactly being quiet up in our bedroom, so I didn't need to sneak up the stairs to confirm that Traci's partner was indeed Rafe.

"Ohhhh God, Rafe! Fuck me hard!" Traci screamed out at one point during the festivities. "Ohhh God, Baby! You are the best!"

That last bit REALLY hurt. It took all my self-restraint not to run into the bedroom and kill the bastard. I didn't go into the room, though, because I knew if I started beating on him, I wouldn't stop until I killed him. Neither one of them was worth a jail sentence.

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Traci:

I am fully aware that saying I love my husband more than anything sounds self-serving, but it's completely true.

I'd loved him for a quarter of a century. I hoped to love him for at least another quarter of a century.

In the interest of full disclosure, though, I've also had to admit that I have a lover on the side: a lover who was so wonderful that I couldn't give him up, although I know sooner or later I would have to because it would be the only way I could keep my marriage.

Mike, my amazing husband, would be devastated when he found out I had a lover. That's why I was doing my best to hide my affair. However, I wasn't stupid enough to think I would never get caught. I knew the longer it went on, the more my odds went up of getting caught.

Mike had been my rock for the last 25 years. We were married 23 years, and had two wonderful children. He was my BFF, my soul mate and a wonderful sex partner. We talked about everything. We laughed a lot. Well, until recently.

It was not my intent to take a lover when I met Rafe Searcy. He walked into the admin building a couple of days before classes started for some reason, and without exaggeration my life literally changed. Rafe was 30, tall at 6-2 and very fit, with short brown hair and soft gray eyes. He was handsome, but he's no George Clooney. All that being said, when I saw him, my panties immediately got wet: not just moist, but absolutely soaking. It was like he had shot an electrical thunderbolt right to my pussy.

I got no work done the rest of the day as I couldn't get Rafe off my mind. By the time I got home, I had my nectar running down my legs. I'm pretty sure I about killed Mike with sex. We fucked hard, doggy the first time, and I screamed my way to three orgasms before Mike had his first come. I sucked him hard again, climbed up his body and bounced up and down on his dick cowgirl, coming twice more. After a little clean-up break, Mike ate me to three more climaxes, then we made slow, gentle, satisfying love, with me coming one final time. I know Mike fell asleep exhausted and with a big smile on his face. I would never tell him that it wasn't him I was thinking about while we were engaged.

I continued to fuck Mike's lights out for the next two weeks, then my darling husband opened the door of opportunity for me as he had to make an overnight trip out of town the following Wednesday. I knew it was wrong, but I was practically shaking as I called Rafe on Monday morning and invited him to lunch on Wednesday afternoon. I had already checked Rafe's schedule, knew he didn't have any Wednesday afternoon classes to teach, and I took the afternoon off as admin time.

Rafe met me in a small Italian place and we had a nice lunch, talking and laughing a lot. I know I laughed a lot, anyway, and had a tough time keeping my hands off his arms and hands as we talked. I was blushing profusely and felt like a virgin on her very first date. My panties were soaked within five minutes of us sitting down at the table.

Rafe and I had never discussed having sex, but he knew what the anticipation was. He smiled a lot back at me, held my hand for a while and even smirked occasionally. I knew he felt the same connection.

Being the gentleman, Rafe paid the check, then quietly said, "Where to?"

"My house. I live 10 minutes from here. Leave your car and I'll drive," I answered in a voice that sounded a lot more confident than I actually was.

Knowing Mike wasn't going to be home until Thursday evening took a lot of the worry out of the coming event, but I have to admit to still being nervous. I knew that after having two kids and being 45 years old, I didn't have the body of the nubile young things Rafe was probably used to.

I should have been feeling guilty about what I was about to do, but for some reason, it was a fait accompli in my mind. I loved Mike with everything in my heart and soul, but my time with Rafe was definitely going to happen and I wasn't going to deny myself a second of pleasure by feeling guilty.

I pulled my car into the garage and dropped the door.

The next 10 hours were among the best of my life. Rafe apparently felt the same connection as I did, and everything we did felt AMAZING. I was not a virgin when I met Mike, but I always thought he was a great sex partner. Rafe recalibrated the scale completely. He wasn't any bigger or thicker than Mike, but everything he did was way off the scale. We made love, we fucked, we sucked. It was all fantastic!

I don't know how many orgasms I had during the day, but when Rafe finally took an Uber to get his car, I felt as spineless as a jellyfish and as mindless as a sponge. I remember a lot of screaming and some crying, and I'm pretty sure that came from me, but I really couldn't swear to that. Hell, I couldn't have sworn to my own name. I now knew what being fucked senseless feels like. I definitely wanted more.

"You are an amazing woman, Traci! That was probably the best sex of my life!" Rafe enthused as he slid his tongue deep into my mouth for our final kiss of the day.

Rafe:

I knew exactly what Traci McGowan had in mind when she called me. I saw the reaction she had when I'd met her two weeks before in the admin building. I knew we'd be doing each other after we did lunch, although she never came out boldly and said so.

The woman was definitely a MILF: pretty face, big boobs and long blonde hair. She might have a few extra pounds on her, but I wouldn't pass that up for anything.

I had seen the rings on her fingers when I first saw her, but I knew that didn't mean a woman was off the market. Besides, I had come to find out that married pussy is the best. Married woman are usually well-experienced, and a little strange always seems to drive them wild.

We had a great lunch and then she drove me to her house for what became most of a day of carnal delight in her marital bed. Seems her husband was on a one-day trip out of town, so instead of just having lunch hour sex, we fucked the entire day away. It turned out she was the most physically responsive woman I'd ever fucked. She matched me stroke for stroke throughout the day, screaming, yelling and making unintelligible sounds along the way. We fucked three times and she blew me once to completion, making a big deal out of swallowing the whole mouthful. It was the greatest sex of my life to that point.

As an Uber took me back to my car in the restaurant parking lot, I hoped there would be another day like that one; in fact, many more days like that.

Mike:

I was shocked at how deceitful Traci could be. She continued her Academy-Award winning perfect wife performance the next week while I quietly got things ready for the divorce that was coming. I met with an attorney on the next Wednesday morning, and she told me Traci would be served the following Wednesday. Although we lived in a no-fault state, I still filed on grounds of adultery. It was petty, I know.

I had absolutely no clue what I had done to drive my wife into the arms of another man. Or was it simply a matter of him being about 15 years younger than me and able to go more often each time they fucked? Regardless, this was no one-time, drunken affair. As if I needed confirmation, the Find A Phone app showed Traci had gone home over lunchtime three more times in the last 10 days. I didn't feel I needed to go home to figure out Traci wasn't going home to eat cheese sandwiches.

I chuckled to myself on that thought. At one point in that time period, I had gone into our snack cabinet to grab a pack of brown sugar cinnamon Pop-Tarts, only to find none. I had eaten the next-to-last pack the day before, and knew there was one pack left. I also knew that Traci didn't eat them, because she hates Pop-Tarts, so apparently not only was Rafe fucking my wife, but he was also stealing my fucking snacks. Damn him!

Traci:

I woke up Thursday morning feeling like a million bucks after the greatest sex of my life. Logically, I should have felt guilty, but in reality... I just wanted more.

I waited until noon before I called Rafe.

"My husband isn't supposed to get in 'til about 9. If you came over right after I get off at 5, we would have time for another round, maybe two," I said brightly. "Pull your car into the garage."

"I love a woman who knows what she wants," Rafe responded.

I was pretty sure I started lubricating the minute I heard Rafe's car pull into the garage. All I know for sure is that I was soaking wet between my legs when he walked into the house.

"I am so glad you called!" Rafe said.

We made slow passionate love missionary the first go-round. After a brief cuddle break, I sucked him back to full hardness and straddled his hips, fucking him enthusiastically from up top. I came a half-dozen times and it was just as good as the day before.

Rafe left about 7:30. I quickly stripped the bed and changed the sheets for the second time in two days. I made sure to put both sets of sheets at the bottom of the hamper. I felt wonderful as I jumped in the shower.

Ninety minutes later, Mike walked in the door. My "moment out of time" was over, and I hugged my husband powerfully. I truly loved this man. I will admit to feeling a little bit guilty, though, when Mike practically rushed me to the bedroom for some loving. That was the first time in my life that I ever had sex with two different men on the same day. Truthfully, it was incredibly hot for me.

"That was fantastic, Mike," I said quietly as we cuddled together after our second joining of the night.

I truly meant that. Mike was an excellent lover in his own right. The way I connected with Rafe, however, was off the charts. It was almost as if we were doing something completely different than what Mike and I did. I couldn't feel guilty for doing something that amazing.

In my mind, having sex with Rafe was separate from my life with my husband. Sex with Mike was about emotion, sex with Rafe was about amazing physical feelings. We were doing it twice a week. I knew this couldn't go on forever, but I was going to enjoy it while I could.

Mike:

I knew Traci was going to be served divorce papers Wednesday at 10 AM. It took two minutes before my phone rang.

"No-o-o-o, Mike. I don't want a divorce!" she bawled over the phone when I answered.

"And I don't want a cheating cunt for a wife, but we don't always get what we want, do we?" I replied.

"I can explain. I made a... decision for myself. One that we need to talk about," Traci cried.

"Since you ignored our vows and us, I also made a decision for myself. So, no, we don't need to talk about your decision," I said, ending the conversation.

I was actually able to be productive at work. Unfortunately, I knew what I was going to be facing when I got home, and Traci didn't disappoint.

"Don't you think you owed me a conversation before you filed for divorce?" Traci yelled at me when I walked in the house. "After all, we've been married for 23 years."

"Why? Those 23 years didn't seem to matter to you when you cheated on me repeatedly," I threw back at her.

I could see by her eyes and smeared makeup that Traci had been crying.. I wasn't exactly feeling chipper myself.

"I love you, Mike. Really. What I had with Rafe was... just physical. It was..."

"A decision for yourself?" I finished for her.

To say the least, Traci looked perturbed.

"I'm sorry for hurting you, but I think you're overreacting. We can talk about this," she said.

"I don't see how, Traci. You cheated multiple times, probably a lot more than I know," I said.

"I know it looks bad, Mike, but..."

"I know, it was just a decision for yourself, Traci," I reiterated. "Why don't you explain it to me."

I thought it was obvious I was being sarcastic, but Traci seemed encouraged by my reaction and actually smiled at me.

"I can't explain it, but it's like we've got this special physical connection. He turns my legs to jelly when he's near me, and it's..."

"The best sex you've ever had!" I finished. "I heard."

Her eyes got big as saucers and she looked scared for the first time.

"You heard?" she questioned, both tearfully and fearfully.

"Do you want me to play it back for you? I was in the house last week. You two were so busy making a mistake that you never heard me. I will never be able to unsee that mistake."

She at least had the good grace to look down in shame.

"It was purely physical, Mike. I love you. I can't tell you how much I love you. Can't we at least try counseling? I know I've hurt you, but I know you still love me."

She was right about the last bit, and that's what hurt the most. I did still love her, although not nearly as much as I had two weeks earlier. Twenty-five years of loving someone doesn't just go away in a heartbeat.

Traci:

Although I knew what I was doing was risky, I was still shocked when I got served with divorce papers at my office on a Wednesday afternoon. I never had any inkling that Mike knew about my affair. Hell, not only did he know, but he apparently caught Rafe and I in our bed one time, and had video. Even worse, he heard me telling Rafe that he was the best I ever had. Shit.