Neglected Wife Almost Has An Affair

Denise tripped; she almost fell.

The combination of energetic dancing, drinking, and not having worn high heels for months caught up with her.

She was having a rare girls' night out with her college roommate. They were celebrating the Summer Solstice, the first day of summer, with alcohol and wild dancing.

"Hey! Are you okay?" the young man who caught her asked.

"Yes." She gave him an 'I'm embarrassed smile' and added, "I guess I'm too old for clubbing." She held his arm and steadied herself.

"Old is not the adjective I'd used to describe you," the twenty-something-year-old said. "Beautiful is a better choice."

Denise felt her face heat up. She said, "You've made me blush."

He grinned, looked the mother of two up and down, and said, "I told the truth. Look at you. You're hot!"

She smiled and said, "You're too kind."

"Josh."

"Pardon?"

"My name is Josh. You meant to say 'You're too kind, Josh'"

She laughed and said, "Hello, Josh. My name is Denise. Thank you for saving me from falling."

She looked him over. He was young, handsome, and very fit. She said to yourself, "What are you doing? He's fifteen years younger than you and you have a husband and two kids at home!"

Still, she gave him a warm smile. It was fun to flirt. The DJ put on a slow song.

"You know," Josh said. "Since I saved you, I'm obligated to make sure you're okay." He grasped her right hand with his left hand and put his right hand on her back, and asked, "May I have this dance? For medical reasons."

She laughed and said, "Yes." She placed her left hand on his firm bicep.

They danced. Her breasts rested against his chest. She looked into his eyes and got lost. She breathed in his scent. She found it sexy and comforting.

She let herself enjoy his pheromones and physique, and the look on his face. She could tell he found her attractive. He saw her as a desirable woman, not a mom: the person who cooks, does laundry, and cleans toilets.

He gave her the positive attention that was missing in her life. She smiled and pushed her belly against him to check if he had an erection. She chuckled, and thought, "Ha. I made him hard." That was a welcomed boost to her self-esteem.

He leaned in and whispered, "I find you very attractive. Do you want to hookup?"

She surprised herself by saying yes quickly.

He took her by the hand and guided her through the crowd. They went to the back of the club. He knocked on the door of the single-occupancy unisex bathroom. Not hearing a response, he tried the door. It was unlocked.

He entered, pulled Denise inside, and locked the door. He pressed his body against hers. He pinned her against the wooden door and kissed her. He really kissed her. With a passion that of late had been missing in her husband's pecks and smooches.

She responded immediately. She returned the kiss and ran her fingers through his thick blonde hair. Her kiss was hungry and full of arder. He grabbed her boobs and squeezed them. He pressed his cock against her.

They made out and groped each other. He nibbled on her neck, slid his hand up her skirt, and fingered her.

"Oh!" she cried out and wondered, "How did I get so wet so quickly?"

"Ohhh!" she moaned as the young man skillfully diddled her clit. She fumbled with his belt and pants. He helped her get them down. She went for his dick ravenously.

She knelt on the cold tile floor and put this stranger's penis in her mouth. She sucked like her life depended on it!

"Oh!" he cried out. It was his turn to moan and her turn to feel sexy and desired.

While she blew him, he unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra up to expose her hard large brown mommy nipples. She was embarrassed and thought, "God! Look how dark and protruding my nipples are. Whatever happened to the cute pink ones I had? Breastfeeding has ruined my boobs!"

She was stunned to hear him say, "Nice!" He pulled and pinched her fat pointy nipples. Denise felt proud.

"Hop on the sink and I'll eat you," Josh said.

She released his dick and stood. He hiked her skirt up and took her panties off, exposing her hairy crotch.

"Fuck! I haven't trimmed or shaved in months. I look like Chewbacca."

Josh didn't complain. He helped her sit on the sink. He knelt, put his nose in her bush and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and looked like a sommelier judging a wine. Except the subject tonight was her snatch.

"Lovely," he proclaimed and he licked the slit.

"OH!" she cried. In her head she added, "It's been so long!"

He expertly ate her pussy. She moaned and was filled with pleasure. She complained when he stopped. "Oh, no!"

He stood, stroked his erection, and said "Don't worry. I have something better for you." He wet the tip of his dick, and poked her.

He chuckled and said, "I missed.The shrubbery is dense down there. Can you guide me home?"

She grabbed his thick throbbing dick. She pulled it forward and, at the last second, pulled it up, and said, "I can't. I'm married."

"What? Suddenly you remember you have a husband? It wasn't a problem when we kissed or you sucked my dick or I gave you oral sex?"

"Sorry." She squirmed and got off the sink. "I can't go through with this. I'm sorry."

He glared at her.

"I changed my mind."

She looked at his swollen penis and said, "I'm sorry if that makes me a cocktease. I'm a married woman who feels under-appreciated by her husband. I drank too much, and was charmed by a young handsome man.

"You've been kind to me. I know I'm leaving you in the lurch. Do you want a handjob?"

"Can I cum on your face?"

"Ewww! No!"

He sighed, shook his head, and said, "Then, no thanks."

They dressed. He left first. Denise checked her hair and face and did what she could to make herself presentable. "Where are my panties?" she asked and looked around. She didn't find them and had to leave the bathroom going commando.

She joined her girlfriends. They giggled. Her old roommate said, "We saw you go with that handsome guy. Did you fuck him?"

"Almost. We kissed and did oral. He was charming, and made me feel hot and desirable, but I couldn't go through with it. I took vows."

Her friends nodded. They left. Denise shared an Uber with her roommate, Kristen.

Her friend said, "Give me your phone." Denise handed it over.

"Is your passcode still the year you got your first kiss?"

Denise giggled, and said, "Yes."

"I'm sending your husband an email telling him we're drunk and you're coming home with me, and I'll have you back tomorrow by noon."

"Okay."

The women went to Kristen's apartment. They headed straight to the bathroom to pee, wash their faces, and scrub off their makeup with a stash of soft wipes Kristen kept on the sink.

They undressed for bed. Kristen asked, "Where are your panties?"

"I don't know. He took them off me. Do you think he kept them as a souvenir?"

They laughed.

Kristen wiggled out of her underwear, grabbed two sleeping tee-shirts, and tossed one to her friend. They put them on and got into bed. Kristen spooned Denise, kissed her on the shoulder, and said, "We'll talk in the morning.

^^^

In the morning, Denise used the bathroom and stumbled braless and pantyless into the kitchen. She murmured, "Coffee."

Her friend was wearing slippers and an open robe over her cotton shirt. She smiled, stood, and said, "Good morning, sleepyhead." She brought her friend a cup of coffee.

"Thanks."

Denise sipped it, looked at her friend's boobs that were at eye level. She said, "Your boobs are as perky as ever."

She opened her robe and shook her shoulders. Her small breasts jiggled under her shirt. She said "There has to be some redress for us small busted women."

They laughed. Kristen sat and they drank their coffee. Eventually, Denise told her friend what happened.

She was crying as she said, "I"m so embarrassed. I kissed him and sucked his dick. I let him go down on me. He almost fucked me."

She laughed and said, "My hairy bush saved me. He couldn't find my opening. His dick poked my belly. I came to my senses, and put a stop to it."

"If the tip didn't go in, you didn't cheat on your husband."

"Really?" She looked at her friend with bloodshot eyes caused by last night's drinking and today's crying.

Kristin nodded.

"I wanted to," Denise said. She dabbed at her eyes with a napkin and said, "I didn't plan to have a fling. The guy, Josh, was handsome, but what was so appealing to me was he was attentive. He saw me as a woman. He told me I was beautiful.

"Doug doesn't say that to me. He doesn't look at me that way. We were so in love when we got married. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. Fifteen years later and we act like roommates.

"There are no compliments. I can't remember the last time he bought me flowers. When we talk, it's about the kids, the car, or our bills. Our sex life is pathetic. It's infrequent, quick, and even when I climax it's not the body convulsing, fire flowing through my veins, the kind that he used to give me."

"I get it," Kristin said. "I hear the same story from a lot of married women. There is no place for sex and romance, while raising children, paying bills, and making sure dinner is on the table. Your evenings are spent helping kids with homework, not making whoopie."

"Exactly!"

"You have three choices. Get a divorce, have an affair, or rekindle the love you and Doug had."

"You know my parents divorced when I was my kids' age. It was horrible. The fighting, the shuffling back and forth between two homes, and the devastating feeling I got when my father vanished from my life after he remarried and started a new family.

"I can't put my kids through that. No divorce."

Kristin nodded.

Denise sobbed and said, "I don't want to have an affair! I want Doug and I to be as we were."

Kristin hugged her friend and cried. She comforted Denise and stroked her shoulder-length brown hair.

When the crying stopped, Kristin said, "We can make that happen."

"Are you suggesting we see a marriage counselor?"

"No. He'll go because he thinks he has to. You'll each bitch and complain, reinforcing your view that you are the victim and he's the bad guy. Doug will think he's the aggrieved party and you're a bitch. Nothing will change.

"The issue isn't who takes out the garbage or he wants to watch sports and you want to watch Hallmark movies. He's emotionally checked out. He doesn't see you or treat you like he used to."

"Yes!"

"Have you heard the story about the mule trainer?"

Denise shook her head no.

"He was asked how he was able to train such stubborn animals. He said, 'First, you grabbed a 2 x 4 and whacked the mule upside the head. You have to get their attention.'

"You need to get Doug's attention. Tell him you almost cheated on him. That'll shock him, Explain why you didn't and make your demands. Date nights. Daily kisses and hugs and other romantic gestures.

"Tell him you expect gratitude, compliments, and good manners. He has to say things like, 'Thank you, Honey for making this delicious meal', and that the two of you have to spend time together.

"A great strategy to combat staleness in a relationship is to plan activities together. Anything. It could be tail-gating, visiting museums, a dance class, or camping.

"The point is to be together and you can rekindle the love and passion you once had."

"I can do that," Denise said. "I want to do that."

"Great. You're doing it today before you lose your nerve. I'll take the kids for the week-end. Get dressed and make yourself pretty. Don't wear your bra."

She patted Denise's left boob and made it jiggle. She winked and said, "I want your jugs bouncing and dancing under your shirt. Guys like that and it'll subtly remind him that he's dealing with a hot woman, not a Mombot.

"Oh, one last thing," Kristen said. "Spice things up in the bedroom. I'll give you some of my lingerie and I want you and Doug to explore your fantasies. I know you're shy and that you grew up hearing sex is a sin and women who enjoy sex and are vocal about what they want are sluts.

"I want you to role play. That'll give you permission to let yourself go. Be the dirty secretary that sucks her boss's cock or the naughty nurse who gives her patient a sponge bath and beats him off, or the slutty cheerleader who shakes her pom-poms and does high kicks even though she isn't wearing underwear.

"Role playing gives you permission to do anything guilt-free because it isn't you. You're playing a character, like an actress in a movie."

"I don't know," Denise whined.

"Bitch, wake up! You're doing it for Doug and to save your marriage. You tried it your way. You need to be different and to kick it up a notch!"

^^^Saturday around noon^^^

The women dressed and went to Doug and Denise's home. Denise announced the kids were having a sleep-over at 'Aunt' Kristin's place. The kids were excited. They packed bags, and left. The first stop was lunch at MacDonald's.

After Doug and Denise saw them off, she said, "We have to talk."

"Okay."

"I almost slept with someone last night."

Doug stared at her speechless. If Denise hadn't been so nervous, she would have laughed. She thought, "I know that look. That's how a mule looks after being smacked in the head with a 2 x 4. I have his attention."

"I didn't because I love you. I was tempted because our life had morphed into one of domestic comfortableness. I cook and clean. You work hard at your job. I can't remember the last time we talked about something other than the kids, trash day, or a home remodeling project.

"I want you to know, I don't blame you for us becoming a boring sexless married couple. I'm half the problem. I admit my life is kid focused.

"I long for the days when we had great sex. We'd surprise each other by sneaking into the shower or one of us would be sitting on the couch watching television and the other would crawl into the room and perform oral sex.

"You had spontaneous sex everywhere. You've bent me over the kitchen table, the washing machine, the desk in your home office, and the bathroom sink. I missed our hot sex life."

She sank to her knees in front of him, unbuckled his belt, and pulled his pants and underwear down. His penis was soft. It unfolded, stretched and swelled as she wrapped her lips around it.

She sucked him hungrily and stroked his shaft. She noisily popped off, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and said,

"I understand that we can no longer have sex anytime and anywhere. What I miss most is feeling desired. I miss you telling me I'm beautiful, giving me passionate kisses every day, and surprising me with a gift or flowers, or a phone call to just say 'I was thinking of you'.

"This guy last night paid attention to me. He told me I was pretty, and looked at me like he wanted to rip my clothes off. I'd had a few drinks, but the reason I listened to him was because for months, years, I've felt unappreciated

"I kissed him and I shouldn't have. I did because he wanted to fuck me!"

She stopped speaking, let go of his prick, and stood. It was his turn to speak. He thought, "I want to ask, 'You say you didn't fuck this guy, but you kissed him. What else did you do? Did you suck his cock?'"

He frowned. He wasn't happy about her behavior. He said to himself, "Bottom line. Is my life better with or without her?"

He said, "I don't want to lose you and not just for the sake of the children. I love you. I have been taking you for granted. Let's get our love life back on track."

"There have to be changes."

"Agreed. I'll work less and spend more time with you, and I can treat you like I did when we were dating."

"Good," Denise answered. She removed the light-weight sweater she had on and exposed a sexy black lace top. It was sleeveless and had a deep, plunging V-neck. She wasn't wearing a bra.

"I can dress differently."

He gave her a wolf whistle and smiled. His dick lurched.

She smiled, grabbed his cock, and squeezed it. She said, "I have terms."

"I'm listening."

"Two date nights a month. We are more physical: kisses, hugs, foot and back rubs for each of us and we take up a joint activity. It can be anything. How about salsa dance lessons?"

"I like all of those suggestions."

"There's one more and this one is a deal-breaker."

"Okay," he said cautiously.

"Once a week we role-play in the bedroom. We alternate picking the scenario."

"Any limits?" her husband asked.

"Nothing that will get us arrested and no third parties. We can pretend, but sorry, no actual threesomes or orgies."

"Deal. That sounds like fun."

"Great. I'm letting you go first. Your penis is out..." she knelt and grabbed it. "Who is going to suck it? The hot Milf you see in the grocery store, the girl who said no when you invited her to the prom, or a blonde selling girl scout cookies. Of course, she's an assistant troop leader and is over eighteen."

"You."

"No. We are spicing up our sex life and sharing our sexual fantasies. This is a no judgment zone. You can say your mother or my mother, an anime figure, or a badass female character from Call of Duty, but you can't have me.

"This is an exercise in trust as well as a chance to get off. You say you love me. Do you trust me enough to share a secret desire? I've told you I love you and at our wedding vowed to be with you until death do us part, so what the fuck? Tell me one of your fantasies!"

"All right. I'll share one from my spank bank."

"Spank bank?"

"Spank as in spank the monkey. You know, masturbate. When guys beat off we look at pictures. If we can't access porn or find a bra ad in a women's magazine, we pull up an image from our memory."

"Oh! Okay."

"Yes. So here's one of my favorites. When I was little, my mother hired a teenager named Betty Lou to babysit us. She had long black hair, big boobs, and talked with a lisp. She wore short skirts and tight tops. I thought she was hot.

"I always dreamed of meeting her and hooking up with her when I grew up. You be her. I'm eighteen and I bump into her at a party. That would make her twenty-six. We reminisce and then..."

"Got it....."Ahem," Denise stood and cleared her throat. When she spoke she tried to mimic the speech pattern of a younger woman and she lisped on every 's' and soft 'c'.

Her face lit up as if she was greeting a long lost friend. She squealed and shouted, "Dougie! What a tha-prise! I haven't th-een you in years. Wow. You are all grown up."

She looked him up and down, and said, "Nice cock. Is that for me?"

"Ahh. It could be." He looked nervous and blushed.

She knelt, grasped his penis, and stroked it gently. "Who would have imagined that we bump into each other at an orgy."

She removed the black lace top and shook her boobs. They bounced and jiggled. She said, "That's better. Do you like my ti-ths?"

"Yes."

"I thought you would. I caught you tha-aring at them a lot. You can touch them."

Doug bent over and caressed her mounds. He gave them gentle squeezes and toyed with her nipples."

"Oh! I like that."

"You've got a great pair."

"Tho the boys tell me," Denise said and giggled. "I never imagined hooking up with you, but we're here. You have a nice cock." She licked the tip of his dick.

"Please give me a BJ," Doug begged. "For all the boys who had crushes on their hot babysitters."

Denise giggled again and went to work. She did the same moves she always did, but Doug seemed to appreciate them more. He moaned loudly and looked at her as if she was a goddess.

He didn't last as long as he usually did.

"Ah...Oh! Ohhhh. Oh, Betty!"

His dick exploded. Denise swallowed the first two shots. She pulled off and let the rest paint her chest. Doug gasped and moaned. She played her role perfectly and said, "This was your dream, wasn't it Dougie? Having th-ex with me and cumming on my big tit-ths!"