My husband and I have been married a little over ten years and, while our sex life has, at times, been off the wall wild, it has waned in frequency and wildness over the past few years.

I have tried my best to keep my college-girl figure. I workout every day and run two miles twice weekly. I still wear size three pants and have managed to keep my girlish figure in proportion through both diet and exercise.

I know I am succeeding, because I see the jealous looks from both guys and girls whenever I go out. I love to wear skintight sexy outfits that show off my best assets. It’s a huge confidence booster and, quite honestly, it motivates me to stay in shape.

I don’t know exactly where Don and I fell off the wagon. He is a strikingly good looking man. Any woman would probably faint to see him shirtless and sweating. He has managed to stay just as physically fit as I have and he does it so effortlessly. I guess the good looks and good physique genes are dominant on his side of the family. Don’s younger brother is the very same way.

One night not too long ago, Don and I had a great love-making session but, as great as it was, it didn’t really measure up to either of our expectations.

“Remember when we used to spontaneously combust?” Don said as we lay naked in bed.

“Yes, I do,” I admitted. I missed those days. Don said he felt the same way and he thought it was time for us to try and spice things up.

Don’s idea was to swing. I was not a swinger.

“My love can’t be shared,” I remember telling Don.

“I’m not asking you to love someone else,” Don replied, “just make love with someone else.”

I had trouble separating emotional and physical needs. To me, they were connected and couldn’t be separated. Don didn’t push the subject, but it ignited a thought process that haunted me for weeks. I battled over where our marriage might go should either of us allow another person into our intimate sanctuary. Don assured me, his feelings for me would never change. His assurances were heartening but I couldn’t handle the thought of either of us sharing a romantic and intimate moment with anyone else.

Then, one day, I saw Bob, our next door neighbor, mowing his yard. Don was away on a business trip and I was missing his companionship, immensely. Seeing Bob shirtless and working in his yard, reminded me of my attraction to Don. I phoned Don to confess my mistake in admiring Bob from a distance. All I got was Don’s voice mail, so I hung up and returned to watching Bob from our dining room window. The more I watched Bob, the more interested I became.

I slipped on my skimpiest pair of running shorts, sans underwear, and a form fitting sports bra. I pulled my hair back into a pony tail, tied my running shoe laces tight and headed out the back door. I figured that I might as well run off my frustrations. As I ran past Bob emptying his grass catcher into an alley garbage bin, he looked my way and smiled. I gave him a quick wink and a smile and headed off down the alley. I did a loop around the school and the park.

I headed back down the alley and towards our back door. Sweat poured off me as I slowed to a fast walk to cool down. I stopped on the drive and did some stretching exercises to ensure I didn’t have any muscle lockups. As I bent over at the waist and gripped my ankles, I suddenly became acutely aware of an extra set of eyes watching me.

I looked up and Bob was standing behind his privacy fence, peering over it and right at me.

“Nice,” Bob remarked. “Really nice.”

Bob’s comments were not, of themselves, provocative or untoward. In fact, I found them complimentary in nature. I knew I'd probably given him quite a show, since my ass was towards him and I wasn't wearing panties. The thought of him see something he couldn’t have, was exciting for me.

I stretched one leg out to my side and nonchalantly asked, “Whatcha doing?”

“Enjoying the view down the alley.” 

I liked Bob’s response. In fact, if I were pressed, I’d have to say it turned me on.

I stretched an arm over my head and grabbed it with my free hand, as I leaned in towards my outstretched leg. My tight little shorts stretched as I leaned to my side and my 38DD breasts strained at the spandex covering my chest. I pulled at the scrunchie that held my hair in a ponytail and I shook my head, allowing my hair to fall on to my shoulders. 

“You’re more than welcome to join me,” I said.

“I don’t know anything about physical exercise.” 

“I can teach you.” 

To my surprise, Bob stepped from his perch looking over the fence and exited the gate from his back yard. He was still shirtless and dressed in his golf shorts. I took a deep breath and exhaled as he approached.

“Okay,” Bob said. “You’re going to have to show me.”

“Where is Bettie?” I inquired. Bettie was Bob’s wife.

“She's out shopping and won’t be back until much later.” 

“Okay,” I replied. I placed my hands on the six foot high wooden fence that ran along the driveway and stepped back, my buttocks prominently on display, my shorts riding up my ass. I kicked one leg up and asked Bob to grab my ankle, which he dutifully did.

“Hold it,” I instructed. I knew Bob was getting more than an eyeful of my ass. After I counted to ten, I asked him to let go. We repeated the process for my other leg. Then, I lay on my back on the grass and thrust my ankles upward, instructing Bob to grab them and push down. I looked directly up at Bob as he held on to my ankles and pushed down.

Oh my! He had the bluest of blue eyes. I was mesmerized. I counted to ten and asked him to let go of my ankles. I lowered my feet and rested, then we repeated the stretching exercise.

Next, I instructed Bob to kneel between my legs as I spread my legs into a V position.

I was extremely horny at this point. The crotch of my shorts was a mix of sweat and pussy juices. I asked Bob to take up the same position, the bottom of his feet resting against the bottom of mine. I leaned forward and extended my hands for him to hold.

“Pull,” I instructed. Bob practically lifted me off the grass.

“Easy,” I said quickly. "I only want to stretch out, not break anything."

I bit down on my lower lip as Bob gently pulled on my extended hands. I counted to ten, with my eyes closed. We broke at ten and I leaned back on my hands. Bob stared straight at my breasts. He also had a very clear view of my panty-free crotch. 

“You’re a good exercise partner,” I said.

“You’re not half bad yourself,” he replied.

It was one of those moments where we both seemed to connect on a whole new level. We both knew it. 

“Let’s go inside and I’ll get us a glass of water,” I said. Bob extended his hand and graciously helped me to my feet. I was a mess. I was sweaty and I was extremely horny.

Bob followed me into the house and I apologized for the laundry that was still spread on the couch. Bob didn’t say a word. I reached into the refrigerator for some water and, when I turned around, Bob was right behind me.

I apologized as I bumped into him. Bob took the water bottles from my hands and placed them on top of the refrigerator. He put his hands on to my waist and, without speaking, pulled me in close so that our sweaty bodies melted into one. I slipped my arm around his waist and put a hand on his buttocks.

Neither one of us said a word. Our lips met, softly at first and then with more passion as he offered me his tongue and I responded. In an instant, his hands were feeling my boobs through the spandex sports bra, as my hands found their way to the growing bulge in his shorts. I fumbled with his zipper, digging for my prize. He stopped me and stripped off my sports bra.

My large breasts ached to be touched. As Bob gently placed a fingertip on my left nipple, I practically melted. I stripped him of his shorts and underwear, his ten-inch cut cock swinging free. I knelt in front of it and took his tool in my hand. I slipped it into my mouth, working it back and forth, allowing my saliva to coat the thickness of his manhood. 

Bob closed his eyes as I shoved his cock deeper into my mouth. I pulled it out of my mouth and a string of saliva formed a sort of bridge between my lower lip and the tip end of his cock. I quickly slipped him back into my mouth. Bob’s legs began to quiver and I could tell he was on the verge of a major eruption.

“Hold on,” I demanded. I grabbed Bob's hand and led him to the master bedroom. I removed my running shorts and shoes. I spread out on my back, on my bed, totally naked. Bob hovered over me, his naked body reminding me of my husband’s body.

“I’m going to fuck the crap out of you!” Bob declared.

I don’t know why I did it. Maybe I was lonely, Maybe, I was desperate. Maybe I just needed some "off the charts" wild sex. It was definitely an "off the charts" moment.

Bob slid his cock into my dripping wet pussy. Almost immediately, a shiver shot through me as I felt his shaft pushing against the rapidly contracting walls of my vagina. His pubic bone crashed into mine as he buried his cock deep inside of me.

Bob was relentless. We did it in just about every conceivable position and then some I didn’t know existed. He wanted to put it up my ass, but I told him that I wasn’t ready for that. Bob said he understood.

I shook and trembled as orgasm after orgasm rolled through me. Bob had unbelievable stamina. I lost track of time. I felt bad for cheating on Don, but I couldn't help myself. Bob was there for the taking. 

We lay in the bed for the longest time, just kissing and cuddling, something Don and I used to do, but had not done in years. I enjoyed the close personal attentiveness that Bob heaped on me. Down deep, I craved this type of sexual intimacy.

Afterwards, I felt guilty that I had cheated. As I thought about what had happened I knew the next step in our marriage would be a big one. I had to give in to my insecurities and broaden my horizons.

Don came home on Sunday evening and I playfully teased him. We ended up in bed and, for the first time in a long while, I didn’t hold back. Afterwards, still trying to catch our breaths, I looked at Don and told him how much I really loved him. Don’s response shocked me.

“What if I told you,” he said, “that I knew someone, someone we both know, that liked you a lot and wanted to have sex with you?”

“Yeah, right,” I responded sarcastically.

“No, I’m serious.” 

“You mean you’d be okay with me having sex with someone else besides yourself?” 

“As long as I know who it is and approve,” said Don. 

“But you know, I'm not a swinger.” I 'd taken this position on many occasions.

“Neither am I,” Don replied.

Of course, I was intrigued and hoped the person Don had in mind was Bob. “Who is it that likes me?” I asked.

Don was quiet for a moment before responding. “Bob next door,” he finally replied.

I feigned surprise but, inwardly, I was jumping for joy.

“So, do you like Bettie? I inquired.

“She’s cute. Not drop dead glorious like you, but cute in her own sort of way.”

I knew Don was lying through his teeth, but I really didn’t care. I was willing to experiment and what Don didn’t know, I reasoned, wouldn’t hurt him.

“Okay,” I replied, “but no fooling around without me knowing about it.”

I felt bad for setting the parameter, but felt obliged to do so. It was a good call and a necessary call. 

Don looked at me, leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips, running his hands across my chest.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” I whispered back.