The drive home was mostly silent, each of them lost in their own thoughts. Phil found himself critically analyzing his actions to justify his resentment of Kate, and secondarily, Sam.

For her part, Kate alternated between erotic memories of fucking Sam, to trying to recall her undergrad psychology minor for hints about the Phil dilemma. The recent Sam memory took precedence over her fifteen-year-old studies.

They went to bed still chary, but before dropping off to sleep, Phil said he was sorry if he spoiled her fun.

“But your behavior in the restaurant was over the line. Anyone could see that we are married and Sam is your lover. I was humiliated.”

“You are right, I’m sorry. I think it was a testosterone-fueled move to humiliate you. I wouldn’t let him mark me earlier and that was his way to try to assert dominance. My enjoyment of his bigger dick went to his head. It was he who grabbed me and started kissing me when you were in the men's room.”

“But you liked it. And in the motel, you were clearly more interested in him than me. I became excess baggage.” Phil was ready to unload on her.

“Phil, what do you want, did you want me to hate what I did with Sam? Was I not supposed to enjoy a young, hung energetic hunk who wanted to rock my world? What was supposed to happen today?”

“I don’t know, it was really exciting at the beginning. Then you seemed ready to run off with him and leave me behind. Tell the truth, if he had suggested it, you would have gone home with him, wouldn't you?”

Kate had to think about that for a moment. “It’s true, I wanted more sex after dinner. I hoped we would spend the night at the motel and he would fuck me again. You know that you did not have much gas in the tank by then. I’m not trying to belittle you, you are just older than him.”

“And so are you my dear.”

“Yes, but the man does most of the work, alI I have to do is hang on mostly. But yes, I wanted more of that marvelous cock.”

“You want to see him again?”

“Let’s talk about that tomorrow; all this talk is making you horny, I see. My pussy is a bit sore but I would love to suck your dick, may I?”

Without waiting for permission, Kate ducked under the covers and grasped Phil’s hard cock. “Mmm, a nice combo of our love juices; the aroma under here is wonderful,” she stopped talking and started licking.

Phil went to sleep a satisfied husband again.

When she awoke the next morning, Kate had an ache in her abdomen, not unlike the menstrual cramps of her young years. A surgical procedure had stopped those but left her infertile. This must be from Sam’s cock.

“It looks as if my nearly forty-year-old vagina had trouble handling such a big dick yesterday. It’s just as well we stopped when we did,” she told Phil at breakfast.

He gave her a hug and asked what he could do for her. She asked for acetaminophen. Later she was feeling much better when she came upon Phil talking to Sam online, explaining why they could not play with him again.

Sam’s disappointment was evident as he tried to persuade Phil that he could be careful not to hurt her. Kate didn’t interject herself into the discussion.

She planned to wait and see how long her recovery took. If fairly quick, it might be worth the risk again, or her pussy might adjust to his size. “Time enough for that later,” she thought.

Meanwhile, back at the office, she told Blanche about their session with Sam, needing a friendly ear to bend. They traded stories about sexual encounters they had experienced, including Kate’s night with Raul. Blanche seemed sad when she talked about Raul’s antics.

At home, every time the subject of Sam came up, they found themselves making love. Fortunately, her discomfort only lasted a couple of days and was easily managed with aspirin.

Phil seemed to have reconciled with Sam, and sounded ready to get together again with him. Kate was skeptical of his attitude change.

One evening he said to her, “Now, in your extensive experience with sex, how do you compare your lovers?” He smiled when he asked the hurtful question.

“I’m sorry that you are so angry with me that you need to insult me,” she wasn’t smiling.

“No, no. It’s a serious question, one I feel entitled to have answered as your long-time partner, who still loves you.”

“I’m not going to go there; there is no point in bringing up the past.”

Phil was insistent, “Go ahead, I can take it. I will assume if you won’t answer that you are afraid of hurting my feelings. Believe me, they have already been hurt, so let me have it.” He seemed determined to hear.

“OK, here it is; I’ll start with the most recent, you. You are the warmer upper; all foreplay, and the best at that. You are the prince of pussy licking. But warming me up gets you so excited that you cum too soon, and I never came with you fucking me.

“For years I thought I couldn’t cum from being fucked. Please don’t think I was not satisfied back then. It was all we knew when we were young lovers.

“Now for Sam; he is not a very sophisticated lover, not smooth. Yet he has a beautiful cock, great stamina and virility. He can make me cum on his cock multiple times, yet he might be too much for a woman my age. Time will tell, if I have anything to say about it.

“And then there is Raul; he is not a person who I could admire, he uses his wife as a beard to get other women for him to fuck. She is his reluctant abettor.

“That said, he is a smooth, accomplished lover who does not overpower a woman but slowly guides her to beautiful orgasms, eases her down and gently raises her senses to another.

“He can do this over and over again. If not for his wife’s friendship, I possibly would let him lure me away for a week of sex and debauchery. Of course that may be a drug-fogged recollection.” Kate stared at Phil, who was speechless.

“Is that what you hoped to hear?”

“Well, you pulled no punches, so I guess I learned a lot. Where does that leave us?”

“Where we have always been, in love and trying to make the most of a difficult lifestyle choice.” Kate tried to lower the temperature.

“In your chat sessions has Sam asked about me?” She had studiously avoided joining their talks.

“Of course, he is hot to have you gain. We have jerked off together remembering that afternoon. And I loved holding his cock while you worked it into your pussy.”

“Do you still chat with him online?” She had thought about Sam several times with pleasure.

“Yes,” he replied. We chat regularly. He would like to try again, and so would I, I think.”

“You remember that you felt that we, he and I shunted you aside last time. Do you feel differently now?”

“I accept that he has testosterone and has dominant tendencies. I would hope my wife would keep in touch with me and not ignore me for a big dick. Do you love me enough to be sensitive to my needs?”

“Phil, if you don’t know the answer to that, you haven’t been paying attention. You know I love you and I intend to remain your faithful wife. But, you also know, nothing is poured in concrete, and I am only human and fallible.”

“What does that mean in English?” He frowned, wondering if he should not have mentioned the subject.

Kate thought for several minutes. She intended to assert her independence as an adult, but didn’t want to be too harsh with him.

“Playing with you two was the best sex I have ever had. Not that you and I don’t have fine sex, but playing with two studs was a real kick and has the potential to be even more fun if the two of you get comfortable with each other. And it was the best in a long time for you too, wasn't it?”

“I guess I enjoyed most of it. Seeing your cunt welcome his fat cock blew me away, holding it for you to slide down on it got me instantly hard for the second time.”

“We may make mistakes along the way but we should be adult enough to work through them. I would like to try.” Things were moving in her preferred direction.

“With Sam?”

“Yes, why not invite him to come here; let’s avoid public places for now. I’ll cook dinner.”

“Do you have to kiss him so sensually?”

“Yes, for me it’s not sex without kissing; you above all should know that.”

“I do know it, it was our special connection, I thought.” Phil was disappointed.

And so, the next Saturday Kate found herself cooking for two men, one a hungry twenty-something hunk. Phil answered the doorbell while she was in the dining room setting the table.

When she saw him, it all came back to her, damn he was so handsome and made her feel so good. She knew she was ready to try again to take his huge dick and pay whatever price necessary.

They kissed like they wanted to fuck right in the kitchen, right then. Phil turned his back on them and opened a bottle of wine.

Kate seated them opposite Sam so that Phil would feel secure and she and Sam could make eye contact privately. He slipped his loafers off and played footsie with her during the meal. Her arousal grew rapidly, looking at him and feeling his touch.

At the end of the meal, Phil offered after-dinner drinks which they took into the den. Kate and Sam sat on the sofa, he took the opposing easy chair after putting some soft music on the stereo.

Kate asked Sam to dance. When they came together she immediately placed her arms around his neck and laid her head on his chest. They were both shoeless. Phil watched until Sam placed his finger under her chin and tilted her face up for a kiss. It was one of those intense, alone together in the world kisses that lovers share.

Phil stood and said, "You two go ahead, I’ll clear up the dishes.” No one seemed to notice, so he went into the kitchen and started rattling pans.

When the lovers finally noticed his absence, Kate called to him, “We’re going upstairs, come up as soon as you can.” She took Sam by the hand and led him to the master bedroom.

Phil thought he was taking his time washing up, but he really raced to get done. Then he walked quietly upstairs expecting them to be in the spare bedroom. To his chagrin, he found them on his marriage bed, nearly naked and kissing madly.

They were not fucking yet, but they showed no signs that they were waiting for him. He couldn’t take it.

He quietly went downstairs, put on a coat and went for a walk, ending up at his local pub. He had a couple of beers with friends, then walked slowly home.

He found his wife sitting alone in the den, wearing an unfamiliar negligee sipping a whiskey.

“It’s early, where is Sam?” He asked her as he poured himself a drink.

“I sent him home when I couldn’t find you.”

“I would not have disturbed you; I would have gone to the spare bedroom.” He sat beside is wife, thinking she looked very put together for having just been fucked.

“What are you talking about, you were supposed to join us.” She was pissed.

“I came up but you didn’t notice me, you were too busy trying to swallow his face on our marriage bed. I didn’t feel needed, and I expected you would spend the night fucking him and come to me in the morning for clean-up duty.”

“Well, that’s not what I wanted and you know it. What made you leave?” Kate laid her hand on his thigh, trying to show affection.

“You know what.”

“Kissing? I told you there’s no sex without kissing. If I had known you were there I would have tried to be more discrete. As it was, without you, there was no sex either, so I booted him out.”

“I’m sorry that I place too many demands on you; it is just a bridge too far to watch that degree of intimacy between you and another man. His cock in your pussy is one thing, his tongue in your mouth is too much, particularly at the same time.”

Kate took him in her arms and hugged her husband who she loves. “It looks like we had better find another hobby. This one is too dangerous. I feel like I'm on a sexual rollercoaster. I’m horny; take me upstairs and fuck the hell out of me on our almost pristine marriage bed.”