After my last experience with Jay, I craved being with someone who strived to please me. Although Jay kept stopping into my office trying to convince me we needed to play again, we never did. He would grope me occasionally, which I let him and enjoyed. I just wasn’t that interested in pretending to be a porn star. I just wanted to be myself and enjoy sex again.

I didn’t make a conscious decision to take a break; it just happened. I would still dress sexy when we went out on date nights. I just really didn’t go out of my way to expose myself. I still got really turned on when guys looked at me but didn’t show my boobs to anyone, didn’t dance with strangers, or let myself get fondled. I was just content with being with my husband.

During this short break, we just were content being with each other. We made love every chance we could. Of course, we would occasionally role-play or talk about how one of my other guys would fuck me. It was amazing.

It was soon summertime again, and I started swimming in the nude when the kids went to bed. Oftentimes I could hear people talking, which was a huge turn-on for me. Sometimes, fishermen were close, which also turned me on. I loved being naked around others and the chance of being caught. My husband always reaped the benefits.

One night, my husband was off work. As usual, we were in bed enjoying each other with the shades up, overlooking the lake. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement. There was a silhouette of a person standing right outside my window. This awakened my inner sex maniac, and I had this strong urge to put on a show for whoever was out there. I rode my husband like a horse. While riding him, my hands were busy rubbing my breasts, playing with my clit, or rubbing his balls. I wanted to make sure our voyeur had a great time. I came multiple times for them! Afterwards, I told my husband what I saw.

When my husband was away at work for the night, I would imagine my voyeur outside. I would play with myself with the curtains open with the intention of satisfying him. A few weeks later, my husband read that a neighbor that lived farther up the peninsula was arrested for peeking into people’s windows at night. Well, it was fun while it lasted.

Our friend that I grew up with and became such a close family friend, came to visit in late summer. I never did name him, but we can call him Kyle. While Kyle was waiting for the closing on his house, he stayed with us for a week. Since his girlfriend wasn’t going to quit her job in another state until they had the house, she stayed there.

The first night Kyle was with us, my husband had to work. After I tucked the kids in bed, I went in and sat next to him on the couch. We caught up on the last half year. It was getting late, so I grabbed his hand and brought him into my room so I could lie down while we talked. I changed into my jammies in front of him and lay down under the covers while he sat on my husband's side of the bed. I was secretly hoping something would happen.

Soon I was getting sleepy. I laid my head on his legs while we were talking and drifted off to sleep. I woke up a little while later and was saddened to see he was no longer there with me. Eventually, I fell back asleep, and then I was woken up by someone climbing into bed with me. My sleepy head got really excited thinking Kyle was back, and then I realized it was my husband. I wouldn’t say I was disappointed, but I was a bit taken aback for a moment.

When my husband climbed in bed, I snuggled up to him. He saw the sexy jammies I had on and jokingly told me I should stop torturing the poor guy and just fuck him! I smiled and pulled him on top of me. He didn’t take much coaxing to get him in the mood. I was making love to my husband but thinking of Kyle!

The next night, my husband went to work again. After the kids were tucked in, I changed into my jammies again and settled down on the couch with Kyle. He jokingly asked why I started wearing clothes around him again. I didn’t say a word and took off my nightshirt, so I was completely nude. Then I looked him in the eye and said, “Your Turn.” 

He hesitated, so I started to put my clothes back on.  He said, "Fine," and then started taking his clothes off. We laughed as we both stripped nude in front of each other.

We sat down on the couch and covered up with a blanket. We both talked but really said nothing. There was a certain tension in the air.

I asked him what his girlfriend would think about us sitting naked together on the couch. He said she would not understand, but he felt that since this has been a staple in our friendship, it’s not cheating, but he definitely isn’t going to tell her.

I am not sure if I agreed with that assessment. I was really struggling here, but I also justified to myself that this is just a normal part of our relationship. I decided I agreed, and as long as we didn’t advance the naked games, things would be fine.

After a while, we both got tired, so we went into my bed. We both got under the covers, and things seemed to get awkward. I asked if he thought this was cheating, and he said no. Then I curled up into his arms and asked again. He said no.  I was really comfortable in his arms, and I felt against my leg that he was enjoying it too.

He slightly rolled on his side so we were looking eye to eye, reached down, and started to rub my butt. In all the years I had known him, this was the first conscious touching of my body. I had been craving his touch for years. My body melted into his as I draped my leg over his hips. My reaction must have encouraged him to be more bold, and the next thing I knew, he had one of my nipples in his mouth.

Then he asked me if I thought this was cheating and then sucked my nipple back into his mouth. I moaned but told him probably. He agreed but didn’t stop, and pretty soon he was guiding my hand down his body.

I grabbed him and gently stroked him.  I kissed my way down his chest, and just before I took him in my mouth, I asked him if this was cheating. He reminded me that a president of the country didn’t seem to think so. That’s all I needed, and I engulfed him into my mouth.

Once my mouth was on him, he came in record speed. He was really embarrassed and apologized, saying he has wanted this ever since the first time we lay in bed together. I told him me too, and I wasn’t afraid to admit I regretted not taking the opportunity to go farther when he was single.

We lay together in each other's arms, caressing the other's body until we fell asleep. For the first time, my husband got home, and another man was in our bed sleeping. He let us be and went to the couch, later saying we looked very comfortable in each other's arms. My alarm went off before the kids woke up, and we all went about the rest of our day.

The next couple of days were my husband's days off. Our days were focused on the daily routine of caring and playing with the family. Grilling and watching sunsets were the norm.

The next couple of nights weren’t really any different.  Once the kids were in bed, I couldn’t wait to get my shirt off. It was no longer just casual nudity now that Kyle and I had been together in a more sexual way. At least not in my mind. It didn’t lead to anything, though. Actually, my husband and I weren’t even intimate over the weekend. Nothing caused it; we were just too exhausted at the end of the day.

Off to work my husband went after his two days off.  I tucked my kids into bed and went and sat with Kyle for a while. I eventually told him I needed my exercise and invited him to go swimming. He grabbed his swim trunks, and I took off my clothes, wrapping myself in a towel for the walk to the dock.

When we got to the dock, I removed my towel, and Kyle appeared shocked I swam in the nude. He started laughing and then took off his swim trucks. We stood nude, looking at each other.  We swam our laps and then stood in the water for a while.

He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me, so I wrapped mine around him, and we made small talk. We just stood there holding each other for a long time. I felt him getting hard again, and I am sure he could tell I was enjoying myself. I told him, "Let's go in before the bugs eat us alive."

We both toweled off and wrapped ourselves up for the trip to the house. The second I was in the door, my towel was on the floor and I was on my knees. I took him in my mouth, and this time he didn’t cum so quickly. He was really enjoying my work, but I was worried one of the kids might wake up from our moaning, so I got up and led him to the bedroom.

We both got under the covers, and his hands were all over my nude body. I reached down and took him in my mouth again. He rolled onto his back and then grabbed my legs to put them around his head, and we both gave each other oral lovin'. This time it was my turn to come quickly, as I have wanted this for a long time.

He still hadn’t cum yet as I reluctantly pulled away from his mouth. I kissed his neck and whispered in his ear to climb on top of me and make love to me. He was hesitant at first, but he did anyway. He gently entered me, slowly, stopping multiple times to let me acclimate to him.

He had a different-shaped penis that took some getting used to. It was long and very skinny. It had a really thick mushroom head, though. It took a lot of stretching to get in me, but once it was in, it felt amazing. The first time he fully entered me, I had another orgasm right away.

For the first time in our lives, we kissed. We both had wanted this for a long time, and it was amazing. Our lips moved in perfect unison, and our tongues were like lifelong dance partners. It was an absolutely amazing experience.

Our bodies moved in perfect harmony. Every thrust was met with my hips.  He took control of my body but never dominated me. It was one of the first times outside my marriage that I was completely content with lying on my back, being submissive to his desires. I remember thinking if it was possible to love two men, this is what it felt like. He made love to me, he didn’t just fuck me. He had my body and mind completely.

I don’t know how long we made love, but I could feel another orgasm building and could tell he was getting close. I looked him in the eye and told him to cum with me as I wrapped my arms and legs around his back. As we stared into each other's eyes, we both let loose and came together. It was such a strong experience for both of us that we just collapsed together. It seemed like seconds, and both of us were asleep.

Eventually, I woke up to feeling him move off of me. I leaned over and laid my head on his chest, and we fell asleep.  Kyle woke up shortly before my husband got home and went to sleep on the couch. 

My husband got home, and the first thing he did was congratulate me for finally living out my fantasy. Somehow, he knew. The next morning, he reassured Kyle that this had been a fantasy for a while and he had no problem with this relationship.

The next night was Kyle’s last night with us. When we went to bed, we made love with the same intensity as before. This time I wanted to be on top. I felt the urge to show him everything I knew, so I rode him with pure passion. Only stopping long enough to climb off and take him in my mouth several times, tasting both of our juices. We both reached our climax at the same time again.

This time I collapsed on top of him, and instantly we were asleep. It was weird because it didn’t seem like I wanted him out of my body as he never fell out. When I woke up, he was still in me. I rolled off and then reached down and took him in my mouth. It wasn’t long before he was hard again.

I sat up, and we kissed with a passion. I got on all fours, and he entered me. I think I am a rare breed because this isn’t my favorite position, but with his shape, it felt great. As my second orgasm was building, I leaned up, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. This new angle hit all the right spots! Right as his hands found my breasts, we both came again and crashed down on the bed.

For what I assumed would be the last time, I spun around and took him in my mouth. I wanted to clean our juices off of him. I put him fully in my mouth and then licked and sucked him clean.

The next day was a sad day for the family as we all enjoyed having Kyle stay with us. His house closing went off without a hitch, and he stayed at his new home there until his girlfriend came and moved in with him.

Kyle and his girlfriend were married not too long afterwards. The wedding was fun even though I had to dress normally and behave since our families are so close. I couldn’t be a dirty slut in front of my parents or his. I did dance with Kyle, and while we were dancing, we told each other how special we are to each other, and we have no regrets. He kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear, “I will always love you.” I whispered it back.

I was sad, and yet I was really happy for them to start their lives together. Even if it meant I had to take on a new roll of supportive friend when I was around them. 

My husband was at a loss for words when I told him that I was in love with Kyle, but my love for my husband was stronger. It took him a while to understand how I could love two men at the same time. I assured him Kyle was the only one I fell for; all the others were just sex for me. He eventually admitted that Kyle was a special case, and he understands that it would do no good to cut him out of our lives. He came to grips completely with it and still hung out with him as good friends. In fact, he respects him more because he never tried to steal me away from my husband.

Back to life I go. It had been quite a while since I just had random sex with someone, and my urge was starting to build! The only question is, how was I going to make it happen?