I’ve been married to Jane for twenty-five years. She has always been a loving and steady partner. That said, she is very self-assured and independence minded.

In reality, she is the steady hand that keeps our lives functioning smoothly. I tend to be a gadfly, ready to chase the newest meme, but she usually can spot the pitfalls in time to keep me from disaster.

Like Mussolini keeping the trains running, but with love and compassion. Even when she was diagnosed with bilateral breast cancer, though I took over the day-to-day chores, she made the difficult decisions.

She had already been working with cancer survivors. Through more than two years of debilitating chemo, radiation and surgery, she soldiered on and tried to not let my sexual needs be neglected.

When she finally recovered her sex drive, I had developed ED. We made the most of life without erections, and I became skilled at oral sex, or at least better.

So, it should not have been a huge surprise when she agreed to become a sex surrogate for her friend Susan. My having urged her to take a lover, because of my ED, could be considered prior approval I suppose.

She came home from her first “date” with Bob, Susan’s husband, in a sexual frenzy. She gave me the gory details while I gave her head. Before she finished, I was harder than I have been in years, so I fucked her well-used pussy with abandon. It was heavenly.

Early the next morning I was awakened by her talking in her sleep. I lay quietly, trying to catch a few words, to no avail. Shortly she awoke and turned to kiss me, then laid her head on my shoulder. Her hand went directly to my cock, which was still tumescent from last night.

“You were dreaming about him, weren't you?” I asked. She raised her head, grinned a smug grin at me, and nodded. “Tell me more,” I said.

“Are you sure you want to hear?” a look of concern on her face.

“Yes, I want to hear it all.” She laid her head back, her hand caressing my junk, and started out. She spoke in a soft, creamy voice.

“First off, he is a stone cold hunk; he’s tall, well built and handsome. About ten years younger than me. We agreed to meet in the bar at the Hilton Hotel.

“Susan must have described me to him because he walked right up to me, took me in his arms and kissed me right there. ‘Hello beautiful,’ he said. I liked him right away.

“I was a little nervous so he suggested a drink at the bar. After a whiskey neat, I relaxed some and we went to the elevator. The moment the doors closed he kissed me again, probing with his tongue.

“I could feel my pussy becoming warm and getting wet. ‘Am I coming on too strong?’ he asked. I could only shake my head, no.”

Her hand was gently holding my cock which was coming to life again. She kissed me and asked, “Are you still OK?” I nodded.

“I was not wearing a bra, and by the time the elevator doors opened again, he had pulled my T-shirt off and sucked both my nipples, and I had rubbed his burgeoning cock through his slacks.

“He draped his jacket over my shoulders and we walked to the room with my tits exposed and my nipples hard as bullets. Thank god we didn’t meet anyone. You still OK, hon?”

“I’m better than OK, I’m getting hard again. I think you’ve cured my ED.” Her hand verified that I was getting a chubby. She squeezed it, and rubbed its head.

“You want to stop and fuck, or shall I keep going?”

“Don’t stop yet. I’ll let you know when.” I didn’t want things to end too soon. My arm was around her shoulders so I could lightly swirl her right nipple, making her shiver. I’d bet her pussy was flowing, remembering their night together.

“In the room, we kissed more and he undid my shorts and pushed them down to my ankles. Then he kneeled down and pressed his face against the gusset of my thong. I was weak-kneed by then. Not since we were dating have I felt like that. I was soaked.

“He picked me up like a feather and laid me on the bed. Then he started to strip. His upper body is very trim and smooth, but when he uncovered his cock I almost fainted.

“It is as beautiful as it is large. It is uncut and probably nine inches long. I had to touch it, and I did. He stood there beside the bed, hands on hips, and let me slide his foreskin back and watch his purple head pop out. It was smooth, with a droplet on the tip. You sure you’re alright to go on?” She asked looking me in the eye. I nodded and her hand started to stroke me.

“Of course, I immediately had to taste it. I rolled onto my side and he moved closer until I could reach the tip with my tongue. John, it’s the most beautiful cock I have ever seen, bar none.

“I could barely get my lips around his glans at first, but I loved licking around the rim and tasting his precum. I couldn’t deep throat him so I licked from its head to his balls and sucked on them for a while. I didn’t want to stop.

“I think my first orgasm happened when he placed one hand behind my head, pushing deeper, and the other reached for my pussy and touched my clit. Darling, please fuck me now.”

And I did; miraculously, I was hard enough to lie on top of her as she guided me into her sopping wet pussy. I thought I had died and gone to heaven when she wrapped her legs around my hips like in the old days.

Because of last night’s fun, I lasted longer and made her cum; or maybe her memory did. When she came, she clung to me for dear life. We lay connected until I slipped out of her.

“Thank you, darling. It was wonderful to be able to do that again. I’ll have to thank Bob too when I see him next. I’ve worked up an appetite; let’s have breakfast.”

For the next couple of days I couldn’t keep my hands off her. Every time we passed, I’d grab her, kiss her neck and fondle her breasts. If I caught her without clothes, I immediately buried my face in her pussy.

After a couple of days she started dodging me, in a good-natured way. Then my ED came back. Less than a week had gone by when she raised the subject of Bob again.

“Susan called me. She said that Bob was over the moon about me and wants a repeat ASAP. She is all for it, she says. I know it’s very soon but if you are up for it, I thought I would invite him here and the three of us could play. What do you think?” So it was set for Saturday afternoon.

“He’ll be here shortly,” Jane said at lunch on Saturday. She leaned in and gave me a very sexy wet kiss. She squeezed my somnolent cock through my jeans, then danced away to the bedroom to get ready, leaving me with the dirty dishes.

After finishing the clean-up I answered the doorbell to greet a handsome, younger man holding out a bottle of wine.

“Hello, I’m Robert. I’m here to see Jane.” He reached his hand to shake mine.

“She should be out soon. I’m John, her husband. Come on in.” Accepting the proffered bottle, I closed the door. Damn, I thought, no wonder she wants to keep fucking him; he’s a hunk.

“I appreciate you lending your wife to me while my wife is in treatment. I would be climbing the walls without her help.”

“You are welcome. I wish someone had been as generous when Jane was out of commission for more than two years. I understand your problem. Also, because of my ED, our sex menu is limited; you will fill a big gap in it. So we have a mutual interest.”

I sensed Bob’s attention shift, looking over my shoulder. I turned to see my wife standing across the room, a vision of pulchritude and sex, wearing only a short, sheer white robe cinched at her waist.

It barely covered her ass and her lady parts were visible through the material. Her cleavage was bare and her areolas showed prominently. She was barefoot.

“Ah, you wore it,” Bob said to her. “It’s perfect on you; you look beautiful in it.”

“Yes, I love it,” she answered. “Thank you for sending it to me.”

I was not sure that I liked another man sending lingerie to my wife.

Jane padded across to Bob, went up on tiptoe and raised her arms to embrace him, exposing her smooth round ass atop her long slim legs. He wrapped his arms around her waist and they kissed, a long, deep kiss. I could see their tongues dueling.

Her perfect feet and ankles never fail to arouse me, even if she’s kissing another man.

I stood there watching, feeling uncomfortable, wondering when she had last kissed me like that.

The first niggle of jealousy crept into my belly. They remained locked in their embrace forever it seemed, her arms around his neck. My heart began to pound. Will there really be a place for me at this party? I wondered.

Finally she broke off kissing Bob, took his hand and turned to me. “John, this is Bobby, my friend Susan’s husband. I’ve told you about him.”

She seemed uncharacteristically nervous, introducing her husband to her lover. She gazed up at him like a besotted teenager.

It took a moment for me to find my tongue. “Of course, he and I were just comparing notes on cancer treatment’s effect on partners.”

Jane came to me and kissed me, chastely, I thought. “Do you like the robe he bought for me?”

Without waiting for an answer she turned back toward Bob and said, “It’s been a long time since John bought anything like this for me, probably never.”

She laughed, but I was offended, and Bob looked embarrassed. She immediately saw her gaffe.

“I’m sorry,” she said, touching my shoulder as you might a child. “That was unkind and unnecessary.” This time she kissed my cheek. Then she went and kissed “Bobby” again, once more trying to swallow his face.

“Shall I open this bottle of wine, or are you going to get right to business?” I asked somewhat sarcastically. Neither seemed to notice it.

“I think a little alcohol would enhance the mood,” Bob replied. “I know I could use a drink.” Jane agreed.

“Why don’t you two go sit in the den while I open it and get it breathing? It looks like an excellent wine,” I suggested.

Without a backward look, Jane took his hand and led him to the den. I glimpsed them fondling and kissing as I reached for the cork puller.

I had worked myself into quite a snit; I needed to calm down and go with the flow. Unfortunately, Jane’s actions since Bob showed up felt demeaning to me.

I understand that he does things to her that I can’t and that getting acquainted with a new lover is a novel experience, but I do not expect to be shunted aside in my own house. I decided to take action.

After decanting the wine to breathe, I went to the den. They were on the sofa, Jane’s robe was completely open and Bob was sucking on her nipples. Her eyes were closed, her fingers were in his hair and she was crooning softly.

I stood in the doorway, unnoticed for several moments, then coughed.

“Ahem. Sorry to interrupt. Jane, can I speak to you in the kitchen?” Clearly annoyed at the interruption, she kissed Bob, stood and closed her robe before following me.

“What is it?” she asked, tartly, I thought.

“Perhaps my being here is cramping your style. I don’t feel welcome here at all, and this is my home. Bob seems quite nice and has been polite and cordial to me. You, on the other hand, are somewhere between ignoring me and dissing me, and the trend looks downward.”

“What have I done to offend you?” She asked in all innocence.

“Let’s start with wearing that slutty robe, or for that matter, even accepting it. You are married to me, remember. You are my wife, not Bob’s whore. Then, of course, your insulting remark, which even you recognized as offensive. Even he was embarrassed by it. You left me to do the lunch dishes so you could put on that get-up for him. And you are all over him, mooning like a teenager. Even hookers don’t kiss their tricks like you are kissing him.”

“I thought you wanted me to enjoy a hard dick to play with; that you got excited thinking about him fucking me. And I’m not a hooker.”

“At one time I thought that too, before he arrived here. Now, seeing you practically abandon your husband when your lover comes around, I feel shunned. I understand that I don’t bring a big bat to the game and he does, but I would like some time at the plate too. Left field gets lonely after a while. And now I’m left to be butler and make drinks while you start without me. Do you actually even want me here? Am I supposed to hold his coat while he fucks you?”

I ran out of steam.

Jane made no response. After studying my face for a moment, she turned and went back to the den. I sat at the kitchen table, certain that I had ruined everything.

Five minutes later I heard the front door close. I went to the window just in time to see Bob getting into his car. He was carrying the robe that he had sent to my wife. Jane was nowhere to be seen.

I found her on our bed, curled up and crying. I sat on the edge and said, “I’ve ruined it, haven’t I?”

After several minutes she said, “Will you hold me, John?”

I lay beside her and let her rest her head on my shoulder. No one spoke for several minutes.

“I guess I have crossed a line. In my defense, I am new at this hotwife stuff. But I should know better than to isolate you or, even worse, denigrate you. I’m truly sorry. I have let my emotions run away with me. It has been many years since a stranger has laid his hands on me, and it has shaken me to my core.

“There is a reason that I didn’t finish telling you what we did the other night. I knew it would devastate you and you wouldn’t let me see him again. That’s how smitten I am with him, I committed a lie of omission to my husband for fear of being cut off. Almost from the moment he first touched me, I belonged to him. You disappeared from my consciousness. I would have let him fuck me in the hotel bar if he asked.

“By the time that he lay down beside me that night, I was in a fugue state. He started by picking up my foot and just holding it for the longest time. His touch burned until he kissed it and put it down in favor of the other one. As he progressed toward my center, I saw myself from above, as if I had levitated above the bed. His kisses left a trail of heat and gooseflesh along the inside of my thighs.

“He told me how beautiful I am and I could see it; I was beautiful. I glowed under his ministrations. Then his lips touched all around my center, driving me to distraction before he slid his tongue between my pussy lips and over my clit. I came immediately and couldn’t stop. John, he licked my asshole. Have you ever done that in your life?

“I begged him to put his cock in my pussy, but he moved up and laid it on my belly. It reached to my navel and beyond, but I was not afraid. In fact I yearned to be impregnated by him.

“I wanted him to suckle on my breasts, to nourish him with my mother’s milk while he fucked me. When he touched his cock to my pussy, I wrapped myself around him; I wanted every part of him touching me, to absorb him into my body.

“I started cumming, and I never stopped until he filled me to overflowing with his hot cum. It was so exquisite that it frightened me. When he went to the bathroom to piss, I grabbed my clothes and ran out of the room. If I had still been there when he returned, I would have stayed all night wrapped in his arms. What is wrong with me?”

She was right, I was devastated. My level-headed wife had, in one meeting, fallen head over heels in lust with someone else; the husband of her friend. I suddenly felt cold and lonely.

“Even now, knowing that I have made a big mistake, I still want him to fuck me again, if just to prove that I didn’t dream it all. I don’t know what will happen to me now. Are you going to divorce me?”

“In all our years together I have never thought of divorcing you. I don’t plan on it now. But we do have a big problem. I don’t think you should see Bob again.”

“My brain says you are right but my body doesn’t agree. I am grateful for your trust and dedication to our marriage. I don’t know where we should go from here now that this particular genie is out of the bottle.”

She shrugged her shoulders and went to prepare dinner.

I know that I can’t demand that she stay away from Bob, but I can remind her of her friend Susan’s situation. Of course, if the fate of her own marriage doesn’t deter her, I’m guessing Susan’s won’t cut much ice.

“How does your paramour feel about all this? Was he angry when you sent him away?” I asked her as she looked into the fridge.

“Disappointed, but assuming that I would come back soon,” she answered. “And, I guess he’s right.”

“You aren’t making this any easier for me here.” I was getting angry again.

“No. And I will stop it right now for the foreseeable future, OK? I know I’m in the wrong, but I don’t know if I can stop.”

For a couple of weeks, a fragile truce existed between us. Sadly for me, there was no sex nor much affection between us. We became housemates, not lovers.

Then I received a text from her friend Susan asking me to visit her but not to tell Jane. I had never met her previously.

In spite of her harsh cancer treatments, which were very debilitating, I could see that she was beautiful once and hopefully would be once again.

“My husband has sorely missed your wife. I’m sure his happiness is not high on your priority list but it is on mine. As is my friend Jane’s.”

“I am here to tell you that he will not take her away from you. He and I have a bond that is very strong; it is called a child. For some couples that may not be iron-clad but for us it is. I won’t tell you why, but I know it for sure.”

“Please let Jane repeat their previous experience. I guarantee that she will lose her fascination with him if they can spend one night together. And I recommend that it be in your marriage bed with you not there. He will let her down easy, but he will let her down. Keeping them apart just magnifies the attraction, and may be poisoning your relationship.”

“I am not keeping them apart,” I retorted. “It was her decision.” I knew better than that; she was stuck by her sense of loyalty to me and our marriage.

“Give her a chance to discover that he puts on his pants one leg at a time, just like you; that he is not a god. And let her feel the guilt of despoiling your marriage bed.”

“Yes, I will try it. I am getting desperate.”

I ginned up a story about my brother needing me to help him with a project for a week. He lives across the country in our old family home.

At the airport, Jane kissed me and promised that things would be better when I returned. It was half-hearted at best.

At least I had a chance to tell my brother of my dilemma. It was cathartic and after two days I texted Jane and told her that I loved her. I couldn’t call directly just yet for fear that she and Bob were shacked up.

In my last text I told her that I could get a ride home and not to pick me up. I didn’t want to hear bad news at the airport. The day of my return was agony for me. I had heard nothing from Jane during my entire time away.

I walked into a silent and dark house. I found Jane sitting in the den with the TV on but muted. She stood when I entered but made no move toward me. When I took her in my arms, she melted into me.

“Thank God you came back.”

“Of course I came back. This is where you are; I belong here,” I said without real conviction. She placed her arms around my neck.

“I’ve missed you so much. This has been the longest week of my life. Can you forgive me? I have spent the entire time rehearsing my apology to you.

“You know, don’t you, that I saw Bob after you left?” She sounded very sheepish.

“No, but I imagined it every day.”

“It was only one time, one day. Somehow the magic was gone; it was nice but without the sparks or out-of-body experience. Since then I have been remembering what we have had for many years, and hopefully will continue to have. I don’t need a Bob to be content if I can have you.” We kissed long and hard.

“Please take me to bed and make love to your grateful wife.”

“Will you give me all the details of your date with Bob? Kidding.”

“Only if it will make you hard again. Kidding.” At least we could still joke.

After a few weeks of sex the old way, I asked if she thought Bob would like to share her with me and if it could be good for her too. She sheepishly repeated her former mantra. “A hard man is good to find.”

Since then, there have been a number of romps with Bob and me, a few with Susan in attendance.