My name is Carl and after nearly 20 years of being together I thought I knew my wife. We have

been together since school with us losing our virginity to one another. Unfortunately that had

resulted in our eldest child. A second child followed a year after the first and we married soon

after. I spent years working in a car dealership whilst my wife Sally raised our family.

We had a good life. We weren’t rolling in cash but a combination of hard work and good fortune

meant that by the time our youngest went to university we were mortgage free. It had been

difficult for Sally seeing her friends from school go off into the world and live the high life. She

had made friends with a number of mums from school and later from her job.

We gave each other space but always remained together as other relationships and marriages

fell apart. In her group of friends all but 2 were divorced. She would often have nights out with

them and I would struggle to sleep until she came home.

Then a month after the youngest had left she came back very late from a night out.

I got a little suspicious about this and told her I hadn’t slept a wink.

“I know you worry but I can look after myself,” she said calmly “I know the girls can get a bit

naughty when they go out but I don’t get dragged into it.”

I felt slightly better but when you love somebody you don’t want them at any risk.

I did notice that her monthly nights out had become more regular. I didn’t mind as I would have

my own things. Football down the pub for the big matches, a day at the races or even a bit of

live rugby.

But my suspicions grew when she was out three times in one week. Two I knew were for

birthdays but the third made me ask more questions. When asked about this third night out she

became evasive and tried to change the subject.

It caused quite a bit of friction between us for about a week. It came to a head when I was

working late and I received a message saying she was going out that night. I was terse in my

simple response. “Ok x” I texted back. I tried to stay calm but inside I was furious.

I got home about seven with a takeaway for one and waited for my wife to come home. I

anxiously stared at the clock as ten turned to eleven then to twelve. I must have nodded off

when I was woken by Sally finally returning home at 1am.

She had a guilty look on her face. I thought she knew I was upset at her. Little did I know what

she was going to tell me.

She sat down next to me and said “Carl, I need to tell you something.”

My heart started to beat faster as a feeling of dread washed over me.

“When I was with the girls about a month ago we all set up profiles on a dating website. I only

did it out of curiosity but I found myself addicted to chatting there.” She continued.

I couldn’t look her in the eye whilst she spoke and I stared at the floor.

“ I got chatting to this one guy who was very witty and before I knew it I had agreed to meet for

coffee.” Sally explained.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My loving wife had been on a date with another man. To

say I was angry was an understatement. I felt paralysed with shock.

“I went on a few more dates with him. Just dinner and nothing more. I just got excited by it. I

was going to break it off tonight but I had such fun with him that I let him drive me home.” she

said.

I was very close to losing it with her but part of me was excited by what she was telling me. I felt

my cock hardening to hear this.

She took a deep breath and confessed “We found a quiet spot and we kissed.” She paused “I’m

so sorry I got swept up in it”

I sat there staring at the floor. Saying nothing.

“Just kissing?” I asked.

“Well and cuddling.” came her reply.

“Anything else?” I retorted as I shot her an angry look.

“He did slide his hand up my skirt and rubbed me between my legs but I stopped him from going

further,” She confessed.

I put my hand on her leg and slipped it between her legs. “Like this!” I said pointedly.

“Mmmmm” was all she could say.

I started to rub her between her legs. She opened them eagerly as if to signal her agreement

further. The slight erection had now developed into a rock solid one. I was so turned on by this.

I am normally calm and collected but I really was wound up by her confession. I slipped my

hand into her tights and knickers and thrust my fingers into her wet pussy. She gave out a little

cry as I penetrated her.

“Did you want him to do this to you?” I asked angrily. “I wanted him to do this to me” her reply

shocked me.I pushed my fingers harder into her very wet pussy. I drew my mouth to her ear and

called her a slut. She gave out another cry as I fingered her harder. Punishing her for her

indiscretion.

I kissed her hard on her lips. I quickly turned into a deep passionate kiss.

“Did you want him to fucky Sally?” I growled, wanting and not wanting the response.

“Yes! But I wouldn’t have done it.” she cried back at me. I shot back at her “How would you

have taken it, Sally?”

“No!” she cried. “TELL ME!” I shouted. ”I can’t tell you!” she cried as tears ran down her face.I

lost control as she said this and ripped her tights and knickers off. I was possessed as I pushed

her back onto the sofa. I undid my trousers and pulled my boxers down. My wife lay there at my

mercy. I climbed between her legs and slipped my hard cock into her hot wet pussy.

I pushed my engorged cock deep into her. We always had good sex but this was on another

level. We fucked fast and hard for about 5 minutes niether of us managed to last very long. Sally

came first and hard quickly followed by me. Emptying my cum deep into her.

We held each other as we slowly regained composure.

Sally suggested we go up to bed so we walked upstairs with our arms around each other. We

dress for bed without much conversation.

We slept soundly till about 5 am when I was woken by her.

“Do you want us to split up over this?” she asked.

“I don’t think so,” I replied.

We have argued in the past over things. We do have this ability to put things on hold until we

have calmed down. It was 3 days before I mentioned it. I had spent that time considering

everything. I came back with one question.

Why had she done this?

I sat down with her and calmly asked her. Her reply was shocking but very understandable. All

of her friends had had that time to ‘Play the Field’ and she had only ever been with me. “I

wanted to feel something different,” she said. “I love what we have, but I would like to try

something else.”

“How would you feel if I did what you had done?” I asked.

“Probably like you felt when I told you.” was her reply.

We talked things through for hours. We got angry and sad and happy but eventually we agreed

to have an open marriage.

If she cheated then I could cheat too.

I didn’t know how or where this would end up but I was glad we were trying it.