Carrie and I haven’t fucked in at least ten years.

We have barely kissed in five months.

In fact, the last passionate moment my wife and I shared was a year ago after her first “date” with Evan. She later admitted she was thinking of him when she kissed me, and I laughed.

In thirty-two years of marriage things naturally progress; and can become something unexpected. Sometimes it is quite beautiful and pleasantly surprising. Other times it is ugly, selfish, destructive. With us, it was dull, very dull, that became exciting once again...just not with each other.

For the last few years, we have been on different paths ever since she joined with a local theater group and met “him”.

Performing is our lives: especially musical theatre. We met doing college theatre. She was vibrant, bold, and exceptionally talented. She was a star, a supportive cast mate, and eventually a skilled music director.

I was wide ranged. I had a great speaking voice and the ability to hide myself in my characters so completely many people did not recognize me on stage. To this day, I love that moment of hearing, “Wait, that was you?!”

We were artistically perfect for each other. We were best friends, soulmates, artists supporting one another beyond what many people might expect.

We married right after college, started careers teaching to pay the bills. Acting and singing (and for Carrie only, dancing) remained to fill our souls. We even founded a theater group in our community when we were in our late 20s and already had a child. We finished each other's artistic sentences and vowed to always work together (when possible). We were a super team, a dynamic duo, an unstoppable force of creativity in all aspects of our lives…save one.

We did not click sexually.

We had good sex, sometimes even great. Carrie liked the romance and the kissing and, strangely, when I went down on her. Yet oral was an act she never reciprocated. She believed it was dirty and only sluts gave blowjobs.

Seriously...

We had a few passionate nights of multiple orgasms and once we stayed in bed all day after attending a wedding. I had my personal best of five ejaculations by the end of the day. Not bad for a balding thirty-eight-year-old.

After three children, her busty dancer's body had taken some hits, and her hormones were not helping her age well. Depression hit and her sex drive moved to the dessert and refused to take calls. I asked her to get some help, but she looked on therapy and meds as failures of sorts. Her “pull yourself together and move on” was a belief deeply planted; a maternal ticking bomb gifted by her mother.

I never stopped fucking, however. Affairs started after our second child. This was my massive indiscretion that she forgave...twice. At one point I had three affairs going, one with her male work friend.

Then out of fear of being caught a second time, I confessed everything to her. The hurricane of pain and emotional trauma lasted for at least a month. My “cheating” was the catalyst, but the end of our intimacy was the result of mutual contribution.

Now we were fifty-six and nearing retirement. After a few incidents and several very intense, but honest arguments, we had worked through to an understanding. We were separated yet living together.

I insisted that I deserved an intimate sexual relationship.

She fully admitted to an attraction to a guy from her theatre group.

I encouraged her to seek him out and she encouraged me to find someone else to "fuck like you've always wanted."

These acceptances were not simply obtained. They were the results of several angry and tear-filled discussions about the dissolution of our marriage. We loved each other as best friends and life mates yet no longer as lovers.

At fifty-six Carrie had returned to being a very sexy woman. She had finally gotten meds for her depression and the change was remarkable. At fifty she had decided to shed the pounds, change the wardrobe and color the hair. Her tits looked firmer, her ass was rounder and during one rare moment when I saw her naked, I observed she was now trimming her pubic hair. She was preparing for something, more than likely, someone.

While I was supportive and amazed by her transformation there was some bittersweet involved. Once when I complimented her changes she flatly stated, "I'm not doing it for you, Matt. Nor the kids, nor my nagging mother. I am finally living for me."

Fair enough, but she looked good.

I found myself fantasizing about my own wife when I masturbated. It was surreal.

In particular, hot wife/cuckold fantasy started when she first worked on a musical with Evan. He was the director; she was hired as music director. It was only her second time working with a director that wasn't her husband and artistic partner.

And she loved it. In fact, she craved it. There was something about him that was different, forbidden, excitingly taboo. I saw what the idea of "cheating" did to her attitude, her libido. I had been there myself, too many times.

A married man, Evan was seven years her junior and was way more fit than I was, actually, ever was. I saw a fire in her eyes when she talked of him. Her face flushed when he called or texted. She would leave the room to take his calls. She was smitten. I mean, the bastard had a full head of hair.

She readily admitted the attraction. During one of our few discussions about it, I was very calm when I decided to be blunt. “So, if Evan made a move on you and seduced you to have sex, would you do it?"

"In a heartbeat." Her quick response had caught us both off guard. She had covered her face with her hands and cried out in embarrassed shock.

I laughed. "Okay, we know where we stand."

From that moment, I began imagining them together and was not in the least bit repulsed; in fact, the old boy below was twitching in response.

Very soon after the show closed, the dating began. Now when I say date, I meant he or she would plan something for them to do together. (As "friends" she always claimed). Then she would spend hours showering, primping, putting on makeup, just the right amount of perfume, even shopping for a specific look for that event.

That night, a year ago, I asked her if she thought they were dating, she laughed and said, "Of course not, he’s married. Besides, he doesn’t like me that way."

She added with a bit of melancholy in her voice. "This is very one-sided.”

Strangely, to save her from heartache, I honestly wanted her to be able to express to him what she felt.

“Oh my God, Carrie, please be honest with yourself. You bought a new dress, you took two hours to get ready, and you picked a perfect restaurant.” That sure as fuck sounds like she’s going on a date.

She looked like someone who wanted sex. I told her, “You deserve to be happy. I want you to have sex if you want to."

"I want that too, just..."

"Not with me.” I smiled softly. "I get it."

That night, she came home quite elated, and I was already in bed in my own bedroom. She was just noisy enough to wake me, and she apologized when I stumbled through the hallway to the bathroom.

I passed her room as she was changing, I politely said, “Did you have a good time?” She simply smiled. I stepped to give her a good night hug, our only form of physical touch lately. “Good,” I said, “Sleep well.”

I had turned to walk away when she pulled me back and planted a very wet open-mouthed, tongue-filled kiss on me. I was quite surprised, and my body reacted as one would imagine. Luckily for us both I had a moment of clarity. I pulled away and smiled, holding her hands.

“That was nice. But it wasn’t for me, was it?”

She hung her head and whispered, “I’m sorry.”

"He didn't kiss you good night?"

"Well...actually...." She stopped, embarrassed to go on, yet hard nipples pointed through her new pink bra.

I smiled softly, "Ah, he only kissed you, and now you're horny."

"Matt, don't be crude!" she said with put-on shock.

"That is not a denial. Sleep well." I patted her on the shoulder and headed to bed.

I jerked off furiously, imagining what they might have done. I heard the bed next door rhythmically creaking and knew she was masturbating as well. Probably to his latest text.

Since then, I don’t know how many times they’ve been out. I don’t know how many times they’ve met during the day or after school. I only know that she talks about him often. I finally asked if they had slept together and without rebuke nor anger, she simply said, "No, not yet."

Not yet? Oh...wow...

Around the same time, I had met someone through work, another professor at my college. Julie and I had gotten very close, and Carrie knew. In fact, she encouraged it, knowing I was happy. And I was. She was completely different than my wife. A scientific academic with long wavy blonde hair; five years younger than me and recently divorced. She laughed at all my jokes.

And she was a fantastic kisser.

Carrie asked, "Are you sleeping together?"

I was mock shocked, "Carrie! Don't be dull. We're fucking."

She swatted me and we laughed. And her whole face changed...a sad look of envy breezed by… it betrayed that she was longing to be in the same boat.

Okay, I thought, in the interest of equity, let's get this Carrie/Evan thing rolling!

Last week, I quite unexpectedly showed up at the theater where Evan was a full-time employee and co-artistic manager. He was pleasantly surprised to see me, and we had a fun conversation about a mutual like of all things Star Wars.

“Evan, I’m going to be very direct with you. I know what’s happening with you and Carrie. I’m not stupid and before you say anything, you need to know that I’m okay with it. She and I have entered a new part of our lives. We’re basically friendly roommates with a very passionate and difficult history. I know she cares about you greatly and I think you feel the same way. You must know, she wants you physically… and I have no problem with it whatsoever. You are adults. Feel free to act like it.”

He did not know what to say so I just smiled and headed out.

That Saturday afternoon, I had met my new friend, and we had finally gotten sexual. Oral sex was exchanged, and it was amazing to taste my first pussy in ... sadly, I could not remember the last time. We had dinner, but she had to do something with her kids, so I was back home by 9 o’clock. Carrie and Evan went to see a play.

Important to note: Evan's wife travels a lot. And has many female friends she travels with. No conformation, but I was pretty sure she was gay. Did she know about my wife and her husband? How could she not?

I was sitting at home in my room in the dark reading some erotica on my favorite website, Lush, when I heard the garage door and the usual stumble in and key drop. What I heard next startled me. Giggling… A male voice… A female shushing him and giggling again.

Holy fuck, she’s going to do it! She actually brought him home. And she had to know I was there!

My heartbeat was pounding in my chest, and my palms were suddenly sweaty. I had no idea what to do. I had fantasized about this moment, concocted scenarios where it might happen, even made a not so veiled suggestion to her on how she could seduce him. And now that it was about to happen, I was shockingly petrified.

I found out later this was not an uncommon experience for cuckolds. Men who had imagined someone taking their wife, had possibly even encouraged it, yet in the moment felt low and humiliated…

And those emotions caused arousal.

Since I had wanted this, even helping arrange it, this was less cuckold and more of a hot wife scenario.

We have had separate bedrooms for almost twenty years. We were divided by the wall with closets on it. So, the sound can be muffled.

There I was in my bed wondering if I should leave, give them privacy. Then it struck me: she knows I’m here, he knows I’m here. They are doing this on purpose! The thought of them planning to fuck in what was once our marital bed made my cock instantly hard. This was my fantasy, what I dreamed for her.

In order to have a more complete idea of what was happening without being in the room I would need to go in the hallway and listen at the door. It felt filthy and perverted, exactly what I wanted. By the time I got out there the talking and giggling had ceased. I heard moans and groans, and delighted sounds of kissing lips, and the rustling of clothing. I imagined they were kissing and stripping each other. My whole body shook with the imagery. I leaned against the door to gain steadiness, and it gently pushed open.

Carrie had left it open… on purpose?

In a classic erotica and porn moment, I was standing in the hall watching through the three-inch gap of the open door. I put my hand in my sleep shorts and began to stroke. My hard cock seemed to sigh, "’Bout fucking time..."

There was only the glow of a small lamp shaped like the moon. It had been a gift from Evan after their last show which had a moon song. How appropriate for it to provide the light for their first fuck.

They stood at the foot of the bed, sideways to me. Carrie was already in just her lingerie, that same pale pink ensemble that was uncharacteristically sexy. I whispered a very quiet, "wow" in admiration.

She was kissing Evan while working his belt and pants open. He paused their kiss to remove his sweater and glasses. Carrie moaned softy and wetly kissed his breastbone. She then pulled out his nice cock and stroked him. He held her head to his chest and sighed.

I was beside myself. Who the fuck was this sex starved woman?

Evan whispered, "I want to taste your breasts." The lust in his eyes was discernable even in the low light.

(I would have said "suck your tits", but he was being a gentleman.)

Carrienodded, then seductively unclasped and removed her bra. Her impressive E cup babies fell out, nipples pointing toward his waist. She cupped them, making sure the nipples stuck through between her fingers and held them up. "I don't have breasts, Ev, I have tits."

Ha! Still (partly) my brassy girl.

There was a pause and the two began to giggle. Carrie looked to the closet toward my room and shushed him. I softly laughed. He fell silent when he took her left tit in his mouth and sucked hard. Carrie threw her head back and grabbed his cock and began to stroke him, smearing his pre-cum on the head. This was something she had rarely done with me, and I wondered if this was the first time she had handled Evan's six inches of thick steel.

His hands ran down her back and gripped her impressive ass and she let out a huge breath. Her pretty panties were soon at her knees, and she disengaged to remove them. Evan quickly stripped his trousers and boxers, shoes and socks. And there they were.

They looked each other up and down as if making sure of the product before the final purchase. When their eyes met, she shrugged and he smiled. They slammed into each other with intense oral passion and a flurry of hands. Within a minute, they had fallen on the bed, and he was on top of her.

Unfortunately, my angle was now their feet. I considered slipping in and hiding in the corner, but I feared blowing the moment.

Carrie's hands were on his back and his ass, and a nice ass it was. Evan was arched to still be loving her big tits, the sound of his sucking accompanying her moans of pleasure.

"Oh yes, just like that! Oh god, Ev, I am all yours!"

Despite the weird context, my cock pulsed, and I moaned. I covered my mouth for fear I was too loud, but they had not reacted.

Evan was working his way down my wife's body. He was heading for her pussy, a part of her that, for all I know, hadn't been sucked in nearly a decade. Her hands found his hair and she grabbed him and positioned him where she wanted. She tilted her pelvis involuntarily and he held her hips and put her back down flat.

Her head was tossing back and forth on the pillow, her curly brown locks tossing about. I had to smile again. This was a major difference from us as she never wanted her hair to get too messed up. This woman had evolved, and I was truly happy for her.

He was there now, slurping and sliding. She was moaning and peeping in intense reaction. He had boldly slid his fingers in, and I could tell it hit her G-spot. She loved that back when we were still fucking and I could tell she was headed to a release that had been building for quite some time.

"Ohhh gahhhd -Oh yes, baby! Right - nnnghhhh - fuuuuck!"

Her legs clamped round him like she was falling from the sky and he was the skydiving instructor. She rode out her orgasm with pillow corner in her mouth. I heard the muffled scream and knew it was a big one.

I was close myself. The strange symbiosis was not lost on me as I released any last feelings of propriety over this beautiful creature. My best friend was having the sex of a lifetime. Who was I to stop her, or judge the quality of the act?

Without prompting, Evan ascended, and they kissed with furious passion. He was about to mount her and begin their coupling when she stopped him.

"I want it from behind. Ever since you described how it makes you feel- “

Um…WTF?!

“…. It’s been a fantasy to do that...with you. I think I want to feel...dirty."

Dirty?

Yes, she thought doggy style was for dirty sluts. Welcome to the club, Carrie!

Evan was happy to oblige, and to my delight, they positioned sideways on the bed so I could see the whole thing from their right sides. My wife was on all fours and damn she looked amazing.

There was a primal energy encompassing my psyche. I wanted another man to see how sexy my wife was. And to show her what it means to really fuck. I was delightfully confused by it all with no intention of getting over it.

I could see in her expression that she was nervous for her first fuck since Valentine's Day of 2018.

As Evan lined himself up behind her, the moment happened that I had both feared and longed for: Carrie and I made eye contact.

Her brown beauties grew wide and her skin went white. I froze mid stroke and held my breath. Poor unaware Eva was enjoying playing with her asscrack and- wow! - asshole.

Time froze. Every intimate moment, every orgasm, frustration, triumph, indifference, and passionate embrace we had ever shared flashed before my eyes. She told me later she had the same revelation. I was literally giving her away and I choked up for a moment. I softly smiled and nodded. Her face showed shock and then she cried for a second.

Evan sensed a change. "Are you...having second thoughts?"

Carrie looked at me, and even through the dim light, we connected. I shook my head twice.

"No," she whispered, "Fuck me, Evan. Fuck me like you...love me!"

Oh

My

God!

As he slid into her, she arched and let out a guttural moan she reserved for deep foot massages.

I had to bite my lip as my orgasm exploded out of me and into the hand towel I had retrieved earlier. It was a leg shaker and I made sure to grab the door frame to help steady me. Eye contact with her was lost. But the connection was just as solid. This was happening for both of us… All three of us really.

Evan was very good and gave her exactly what she wanted. He held her hips tightly and fucked her hard.

“Oh fuck Carrie! You feel so hot and tight!”

“Oh god, fuck, oh god …” she repeatedly mumbled.

The slapping of ass and hips was lewd and wet. Her beautiful tits swung freely and scraped the bed. I could tell by the way she was trembling that another orgasm was imminent. It took all my strength to not climb under and suck those beautiful half-inch nipples to help her along.

But this was their moment. Their new era beginning. I had to respect that boundary. As crazy as that sounds…

They went on for a good three or four minutes at that tempo. The two of them were loving every second with words of encouragement and passionate vocal caresses. Then he cried out that he was going to cum very soon. Carrie snapped her head back and said she wanted to do it on her back to finish

“I want to see your face when you fill me up.”

They disengaged and she flipped over and laid back holding her legs open for him. “Give me all of your love, Evan! I need it so badly!” She was almost in tears, and he bent down, and they kissed passionately.

“I love you, Carrie!” He said while she grabbed his very wet cock and lined him up again. He slid back in with an audible squish.

Her eyes went wide; this must’ve been the first time he had said it. Her tears were now happy tears and my own started to flow. What a beautiful moment.

She wrapped her limbs around him as her body had a penetration orgasm. They were fully Lovers. No other word for it.

The tingle of my recent orgasm was enough to carry me through, but my little devil started to twitch again less than five minutes after the first… it wanted another. Sounds good.

I began to stroke him and bravely pushed the door open that tiny bit more. Evan did not notice, but she recognized the change in the room. We all have that sense of our own home, don’t we? The slightest change is noticeable?

Slight changes that sometimes become monumental.

He was turned away with his eyes closed, but she looked right at me. Tears still flowing, a look up pure bliss on her pink face. There is no question she was being guided somewhere I could never take her.

I mouthed, “You deserve this.”

She nodded and closed her eyes as another release crawled up her spine and made her arch up into Evan. They were in a zone of sensual companionship. A real bond was being formed.

Maybe she had finally found her sexual soulmate. I really hoped so.

My suddenly not so little friend below wanted to let me know tonight was possibly a double… Maybe a triple.. I don’t think I’ve recovered this fast in decades. I was stroking with my left hand, my right still leaning on the door frame holding the towel at the ready.

“Fuck me deep, Evan! Please make me feel like a woman. Give me all of your love, all of your seed!”

All of your seed?

I actually chuckled out loud and had to back up a bit for fear of being discovered. She had never ever referred to it like that.

Perhaps they had been texting dirty chat and this was a phrase he liked to use. Whatever it was, it worked. The man drove faster than he had yet. He was pounding his growing manhood into my wife like she hadn’t been fucked in probably twenty years. Her cunt ‘cause that’s what it was right now, was making sloppy noises I hadn’t ever heard. There was an actual foam shining on the extension of her swollen labia. And she was loving it.

“Fuuuck! I’m going to cum inside you, Babe!”

She gripped his ass tightly and spread wider. I had another strange moment of nostalgia as this is how she always liked to take my load.

She arched up and froze, holding her breath. Oh, this was going to be huge.

Evan slammed in and curved his body like he was doing a yoga pose. They both held their breath as he erupted inside of her. He began to grunt with each successive spurt of his seed, deep in my wife’s core.

Into the pussy that had changed alliances.

She flopped down, and her body shook as orgasm ripped through her once again.

She sucked in the breath of a woman surfacing after being underwater too long.

“Ahhhhh— ohhhhh gahhhhhd!”

This is what she had been waiting for, this is why she was pursuing this man.

Stunning to witness… They were perfect together.

My own second orgasm came up slowly as I watched them moving into their recovery phase. It grabbed ahold and shook me like a friend waking me up from a hard sleep.

It was pure bliss, real love. For her, for them, for Julie and me.

They were kissing now and squeezing each other. Evan carefully pulled out and laid next to her, kissing her and tracing lazy circles up and down her body as they both regained their breathing. She smiled with her eyes closed, a woman in pure sexual satisfaction.

I knew they weren’t done. I knew there was more to come for both of them, but it was time for me to take my leave. I quietly pulled the door almost shut. I went to the guest bathroom and cleaned myself up and slipped back into my own room.

As I lay down, I thought about every moment of reimagining that she and I had gone through this year. The journey of Matt and Carrie wasn’t over. It was just split into two paths.

I texted Julie: C&E finally did it and it was spectacular. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.

She responded with HOLY FUCK! You watched? a heart, three flames, and a kiss.

Oh yes…devil emoji

I smiled in appreciation for Julie, this woman who was changing my life. While Carrie, the woman who was still my legal partner, began moaning again.

Apparently, Evan had recovered, and I could not be happier.

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Thanks for reading this one. It was very personal.

Thanks to KatieTheWriter for another fabulous cover illustration XXX

Peace, Matt.