Never Before Last Night

As much as I really didn't want to go, thank God for counseling. Having someone to make sure the jumbled words coming out of your frustrated mouth aren't misinterpreted made things easier. This is especially when that person tells you its okay to feel the way you do. I was hurt, angry, and didn't want to touch my wife sexually - and that's not uncommon.

One day at counseling did get a little frustrating for me - though I imagine Callie found most of them like that. Callie did voice our sexual needs were important and should be met even though we were having problems.

Our counselor, I can never remember her name, said, "That is an excellent point. What are your thoughts about your needs getting met elsewhere?"

I half-laughed. "Isn't that what led to use being here?"

"I'm not talking about an affair, which involves betrayal and often deception." She adjusted her thick-rimed glasses. "I'm talking about mutual permission to allow those needs to be met by other people."

"I agree," said Callie sharply.

I looked at both women and shook my head. "You want to fix us not having sex because she fucked some guy by giving us each permission to screw around?"

"Not me, for fuck's sake," said Callie, "You. I told you before, go find some slut and get your rocks off. If that's what it takes for you to sleep with me again, do it."

"No, this isn't about 'squaring things up.' Right now, you are taking a break in your marriage with a lot of things including intimacy," clarified our counselor, "Exploring intimacy with other people with full consent of each other might help you realize what's missing in your relationship."

"Or find someone better and say fuck this working things out - win, win for some." I said and stormed out.

That session resulted in a bit of a set back. I did apologize for the outburst, but wasn't about to give my wife a free pass. I made it clear that her as much as French kissing another guy would seal the deal for me, and we'd be finished. It wasn't brought up again, though Callie would drop hints about someone in the restaurant or grocery store checking me out. I would get mad, she'd get upset, and repeat.

For the kids, we tried to get into as much as a normal routine as possible. Callie would come over after work, and stay until the kids went to bed. We'd watch TV or talk a bit, then she'd leave to her sisters with a peck on the check or lips. After turning down her advances more than a few times, Callie was clearly waiting for me to make the move. That's how it normally was for us anyway - unless she was drunk. She knew better to drink around me now - another 'trigger' from that night.

On weekends, she'd arrive sometime, usually mid-morning. We'd spend the day as a family that ended with her leaving after the kids went to sleep, or from time to time, I'd sleep on the couch and let her have the bed. It was far from perfect, but it worked - sort of.

One Sunday, when she spent the night, I was woken up around one in the morning by a pillow thrown at my head. I woke to Callie standing, in her sleep shirt, holding my phone and obviously livid.

"What the fuck is this?" She said in an angry whisper so to not wake the kids. She held the screenshot I took from Rhett's video in my face. "You still have this?"

"Why are you snooping on my phone in the middle of the night?"

"I wasn't snooping, I..." Callie lost her angry face and looked guilty. "I woke up really horny, so I'd thought I'd leave some pictures of me fingering myself on your phone as a surprise."

"Instead, you snooped."

"For your information, I did take several photos. I found 'this' when I checked how they turned out. Guess I should delete them all; you already have the one you want."

I closed my eyes and shook my head. "I have that picture as proof that creep filmed you without your permission. Insurance in case we, I mean you, press charges against him. We still can."

"Do you ever look at it?"

"Yes... sometimes." I couldn't think of a reason to lie.

"You don't want to touch me because it reminds you of what I did, but you keep this to keep reminding you? We're never making love again, are we?"

I sighed. "We need proof just in case. I'll send it to you and delete it."

"So I can have the reminder? Put it on a USB and leave it in the safe, please."

"Okay..."

"I'll delete the pictures. Sorry, pathetic attempt to try and seduce you. I understand now why you still can't bear to look at me. Sorry for waking you," Callie said before leaving the room.

When I woke that day, she was already gone. Kids guessed right that we had another fight, but not what it was about. True to her word, Callie did delete whatever pictures she took. I tried to find a way to undelete them, but wasn't about to ask her to send me some more - though I probably should have - hindsight. However, I did do what she said and the only known proof of her affair was now sitting in our safe.

The rest of the week, Callie seemed different towards me. We were civil, but there was a coldness that even Morgan picked up on. I expected at our next counseling session she was going to say we're through - which happened to be conveniently on my Forty-first birthday.

My birthday was on a Monday, so we went out Friday as a family to celebrate it. Callie at the end of dinner, gave me a peck on the cheek, wished me happy birthday and said she was going out with her sister that night to have some laughs. I couldn't help but wonder if that meant she was going to try and move on. I couldn't help notice she had some wine that night.

Morgan, before going to bed, gave me my present from her and Arthur. She noticed how stressful the last months were and was really worried. Somehow, she saved enough to buy me a massage at the spa, already booked for Saturday morning. When I asked if her mother helped pay, she gave me a scowl. Unfortunately, for Callie, Morgan clearly picked a side in our conflict. Honestly, I'd rather she'd have picked her mom - for her sake not mine. She deserved to have her mother help her through puberty.

The next day, I went to my appointment. I've never been a spa guy in my life - seemed more of a Rhett-type-of-guy thing - but since Morgan went through the trouble, I decided to make an effort to enjoy it. The other clients at this place were mostly senior citizens and a few middle-aged women. I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb.

The male receptionist made a face when I gave my name. "Ah, the birthday boy..."

He took me through what seemed like a maze of hallways to the back of the spa that seemed almost deserted and smelled of sawdust. The room was bigger than I expected and had no decorations. There was a massage table, a dresser with towels and a little stereo on it, and a big couch.

"Get undressed, lie on your back and cover your... stuff with a towel."

"What?"

"Your clothes go in the dresser. Don't worry, I'm not giving your massage. First time? These are professionals - don't worry. Just like doctors. Just get undressed and cover up."

Reluctantly, I did what he said as soon as he left the room. I felt a little stupid, but if this was what a spa massage was, better to go with the flow. There was a knock, and I heard the click of high heels. I looked back to see a pretty petite blond walk in, and thought this might not be so bad. I knew I've never seen her before, but something about her face seemed familiar. She probably looked like some celebrity or porn actress - as I had become quite the porn fan over the last few months.

"Mr. Dowell, you forgot your eye cover..." She walked and put one of those eye things that people wear on airplanes to sleep on me. I tugged at it, but she said, "Please... trust me. Keeping your eyes closed will enhance the experience and make you more relaxed."

She turned on some classic music at a moderately high volume and started massaging me. Putting on oil as she went, the woman made my back feel amazing. I really felt tension going from my body. She never said a word, and I just sighed contently. She then did my feet, and I finally understood why women like there massaged so much. She moved up my legs, and under my towel.

When her hands were on my bare ass, I flinched, but she said, "Shhh, just relax. I know what I am doing."

It felt good, too good. I felt my erection coming, which concerned me when she said, "Okay roll over."

"Actually, I'm good. Thanks," I said with a little laugh.

"Please, Mr. Dowell, it's normal. Even women usually show signs of arousal. Don't worry; it's nothing new to me. Please, Mr. Dowell, flip over."

As I flipped over, I tried to hold the towel in place, but knew I had to have flashed my erection. I settled in on my back, still wearing my eye-cover and clearly sporting a full erection.

As she massaged my shoulders and chest, it felt more erotic than therapeutic, making me even more aroused. I figured it had to be in my head. I tried to think of something else, but it was no use; I was super horny. She started from my shins and moved up my legs. I was thinking that there was no way she was going under the towel. I was right; she just pulled it right off.

I went to cover up and uncover my eyes simultaneously, but she said, "No, leave it. This is part of your birthday massage. Trust me."

"Seriously, this doesn't look like the place that does happy endings," I joked.

Then her hand brushed my erection as she massaged around it. I was so turned on I knew pre-cum would be forming on the tip clear for her to see. I then felt the warmth of breath on my cock.

"Wait... We can't. I'm married..." I blurted, but didn't move.

As I felt a tongue flick the tip of my cock, two hands touched my shoulders.

The girl's voice behind me said, "I know Mr. Dowell... It's alright..."

I pulled off the eye-cover to see Callie, make-up to the nines, new fancy hairdo, and wearing a white robe, take me into her mouth. With her eyes closed, she took almost all of me in her mouth.

The blond walked to the door and smiled. "Enjoy the rest of your massage..."

As soon as she left, Callie attacked my cock with her mouth. She sucked, bobbed, and licked with a look of intensity. She lightly cupped my balls as she used her tongue, getting me to the edge, and then slowing down so I didn't come. I've never had a blowjob like that for her before. I started to get really close, and she began stroking me as she had my tip in her mouth and ran her tongue along its edge. I lost it and came in her mouth, which usually was a big no-no.

When I apologized, Callie smiled with my cock still in her mouth, and swallowed all except what dripped out the sides. She stopped for a moment, with me still in her mouth, and then started sucking again, but not as intense. My toes nearly cramped; it felt so good. Soon, I was fully hard again.

Callie stepped back, and opened her robe. She was naked underneath and her pussy was waxed bare. She's trimmed, but never went hairless ever since I've known her. She'd also firmed up more since I last saw her bare stomach. She looked as sexy as she's been since we dated. She stepped on a stool beside the table and climbed up to straddle me. She held me by the shaft and guided me in. She was so wet - wetter than I remembered - but also tight. It was also years since I was in her without a condom.

Callie sat upright with me half-inside and looked at me with the same intensity she had sucking me off. "Kevin, I'm sick of waiting for you, so I'm not giving you a choice. I'm fucking you until I come. I don't care if I have to suck you twenty times to get you back hard ... I need this..."

She started moving on me and rubbing her clit with a hand at the same time. "I don't care if you never want to sleep with me again, but I need to fuck... I want to fuck this cock... This big cock in my tight pussy...I want to feel it's hot bare skin rubbing the inside of me. Rubbing the walls of my wet cunt..."

I rested my hands on her hips as she fucked me so hard, I'm sure our thighs were getting red from slapping together. Her one hand pressed hard into my chest as her small perky breasts bounced with her nipples rock hard.

"You don't want to make love to your slut wife that cheated, but you like her fucking you, don't you? Fucking her tight cunt... Squeeze my nipples... squeeze them..."

I reached with both hands and cupped her breasts so I could lightly pinch them between my finger and thumb. Her face went beet-red and she grunted while clenching on my cock with her pussy. I knew that was a real orgasm. That was too much for me, and I held her down on me as I came into her with a grunt of my own.

She climbed off me, breathing hard and turned to reach for a towel.

"Where are you going?" I sat up on the table. "What if I'm not done? You could, you know..." I gestured between my legs.

Callie first had a look of surprise, then an emotionless expression as she walked and sat on the couch. I could see jizz dripping between her legs. She did the 'come here' gesture with her finger.

Never had I been in her mouth after being in her pussy. As I said, even coming in her mouth was a rarity. She did say she'd keep sucking me off. Partly, I wanted to see if she was bluffing, but mostly I did want to fuck her again.

"Get over here then," she said, still with a blank expression, "Tell me what you want me to do to get you hard."

I walked to the couch and stood right beside her and lightly placed my hand on her shoulder. "Suck my cock until it's hard enough for me to bend you over this couch and fuck you again, please."

Callie smirked and reached to grab me. "Well, since you said please..."

She closed her eyes and licked the tip of my cock. "Mmm, we taste good."

Callie cupped my balls with one hand, grabbed my ass cheek with the other, and took me fully in her mouth and began sucking. As I started to get fully erect, she fucked me with her mouth, taking me full inside with every bob. It did not take long till I was fully hard and ready to go.

Callie got up and bent over the armrest of the couch. I felt a twitch as the view was very familiar. This was how she was when that asshole fucked her and filmed it. Yeah, I suggested it, but it was impulse. I wasn't thinking at all about that video until seeing her in that position. I worried about losing my erection, but seeing her ass like that and her bare pussy... it looked so hot.

In recent years, Callie hadn't wanted to do doggy much with me - complained it was too sore for her - and the rare times we did do it, I had to go slow and not deep.

"Here it is..." Callie said, "Fuck me..."

"Callie..." I said coming down from the fantasy for a moment.

"Don't think you can fuck me better than that pretty boy? Here I am..."

That comment made me mad, and I wasn't gentle when I went behind her and shoved my cock in her. She let out a grunt, which sounded like pain.

I stopped. "Sorry, Cal..."

"Shut the fuck up and fuck me...Fuck me hard." She hissed.

I started moving slow, and not too deep - like we did this position before. Can't remember last time I was inside a pussy already filled with my cum. I was always turned off by the prospect of sloppy seconds, but feeling my own semen inside her felt good.

"You're not hurting me... just fuck me... Maybe Rhett does fuck better than you even with his small prick."

Again, she brought him up to make me mad. If she wanted to be fucked hard like that, fine. She got me too mad to care if it caused her discomfort. I held onto the armrest of the couch and started thrusting as hard and deep as I could. The couch was creaking and her ass was getting red from my groin slapping it.

"God, yes... Like that... like that. Fuck me... Fuck my cunt..." moaned Callie, "Feels so good, don't stop..."

My flash of anger was replaced by being extremely turned on. As I kept thrusting, I grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks, which I knew she liked.

"Yes, fuck me... play with my asshole... Treat me like a slut," Callie moaned.

We did anal once, just once, very early in our marriage and it didn't go well. I noticed her asshole was a little puckered. I hoped she was just experimenting with toys and not someone else, but didn't dwell too much at that moment. I wet my index finger in her mouth, and slowed my thrusts to probe her ass. I was surprised how easily it went in to the first knuckle and began fucking her hard again.

"Yes, finger my ass... feels so good while you fuck me with that cock... Bet you'd love to fuck this ass... Fuck... coming..." Callie's muscles clenched as she gasped. I felt her squeezing tightly around my finger and cock. It was nothing like the video.

I was getting close, so I pulled out my finger and focused on fucking her until I came. She didn't say anything, just sighed contently. When I was ready to go, I pulled out and came on her ass. Not sure why I did it, just something I never done and Rhett didn't do. I guess it was marking my territory and reclaiming my wife's body.

I then, barely able to walk straight stumbled around to the other side of the couch and collapsed on it. As I sat on the couch, exhausted, Callie went, wiped herself with a towel and grabbed her housecoat.

"Kev, there's a bathroom with a shower across the hall - that's where my clothes are. It will be private; this area is closed right now for renos."

"Callie," I said gesturing her to wait, "This was just sex. It doesn't mean we're all good now."

Her eyes watered and she nodded. "I know. But we both really needed a good fucking. I never did anything with anyone, but... I had offers and was tempted. If it wasn't from each other, it would've been from someone else and then we'd probably would be through."

"Yes, you're right." I couldn't help but smile and chuckle. "Definitely was a good fucking. Wow... I have some many questions about what just happened."

Callie went and sat on the massage table. "I guess you would."

"Okay, where did that come from? You've never done some of those things in your life. Deep throating?"

Callie smiled and blushed. "Let's just say I've been watching a lot of porn lately, and I resorted to buying a new plastic toy, which I used to practice some things. I'm glad you liked it - I know most of those clips are staged so I was a little nervous it wouldn't do anything for you. It worked for me too... three times..."

"Well, your research paid off," I said, "Okay, but how... Like this was quite the set up."

"It just worked out," Callie said with a smile, "Jackie's girlfriend owns the spa - the receptionist is her little brother. And it so happened that Jocelyn's baby sister works here as a masseuse. I know she gets harassed from time to time for a happy ending massage, bet this will be the only time in her career she gets turned down for one - can't tell you how happy that made me feel."

"Jocelyn's sister... Okay, she looked a little familiar. What part was her and what was you?"

"It was all her until you flipped over and I took over. I didn't expect her to grab your ass like that, but it worked out."

"It felt different then... I loved it, but I knew that I was being seduced at that point. Wow, and Morgan was part of it?"

Callie frowned. "No, she's still really mad at me. Earning her trust back will be as hard as yours, I think. Jackie gave her the coupon to give to you last night at your supper. We left dinner to come her and set this up. This room was empty, so we hauled everything in here. Me, Jackie, and Bev - her girlfriend. I then had a hair and make-up make-over this morning - and here we are."

"Well, I'm really touched you went through all this effort - to get laid," I said laughing, "Best fuck of my life, not best sex, but best fuck. And I'm glad that Jackie is dating someone. Your sister is amazing - always felt like I was her real brother. How long have they been together?"