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After almost eight years of marriage, I was bored. It's as simple as that. I was bored.
When my relationship started, we got along well, hung out with others, had sex 3-4 times a week, and actually had fun. I don't know what changed it. Whether it was a combination of us getting older and her personality going down the toilet or mine getting more outgoing and active. She wanted to be more of a homebody and do almost nothing socially, or did it have to do with the fact that once she had a second kid, she just didn't care much about doing anything in life anymore.
I got it. Some people went through that. I'd heard that for years. Marriage would change you, kids would change you and the list went on. I always laughed and said that wouldn't happen to me.
But goddamn, here I was. I'd let it happen to me. I hated it!
No matter how hard I tried, I simply could not get her interested in sex like she used to be. When we actually did it, I felt like she was going through the motions to shut me up, get me off, and go about life. Believe me, I just wanted to get laid. So I did whatever it took to get off. Even if I knew deep down she didn't give a shit.
I think that's what changed my attitude, changed my mind, and changed who I was. I just wanted more. A lot more. And I knew the risks. But still. I wasn't going to let that stop me. I was thirty years old. I wasn't fucking dead.
The weird thing is, I really had no clue what to do. I wasn't a prude by any means. Before I met her and we got married, I used to fuck around a lot. Different girls. Different ages. Different situations. Some were even in relationships where they weren't getting it the way they wanted to. I really didn't care. Funny thing, I got bored with that too. Met her decided this was it. I was going to settle down.
When I met my wife, she had a son from a previous relationship. His dad took off. I wasn't looking for a package deal. It just kind of worked. And believe me, I loved it. He was a great little kid. And a couple of years into the marriage, we ended up having a little girl of our own. It made things amazing for the longest time. And then I started noticing changes. Her personality. Her attitude. And the list went on.
I kept trying for the longest time. And then one day, I just finally gave up. I realized we had kids. A nice house. Good jobs. A stable living. And it was convenient. So I decided to start keeping an eye open and look elsewhere. I didn't think I was going to leave. I think I just was horny and wanted to get laid. Hopefully get lucky. Do something crazy. I really didn't care. Just something.
Little did I know what direction it would take, and where I would end up when I got there.
One night my wife had taken her son and gone out of town to visit family. I'd gotten stuck working a long shift, and was blessed to have a couple of great friends who on occasion would watch my daughter. My friend Mike lived about 5 minutes from me, and his wife Maria was a great chick. She always took the kids, would hang out with them, would take them to the play place, even go to McDonald's, and she'd never ask for a thing. Never would she take money. I always tried to repay her, and she'd just smile and say it was a nice thing to help a friend. I always thought she had a perfect life.
I found out that night I was far from right. Her life was nothing close to perfect.
When Maria called me that night to find out what time I'd be home, I laughed. I told her she had perfect timing, and I'd just gotten home. She told me Mike had been an absolute asshole all day, and the previous night, and she needed to get out of the house. I told her I'd just changed and she could come by anytime she wanted. Not more than two minutes later, I saw headlights pulling into the driveway. Obviously, she had already left and was on her way over when I picked up the phone.
When she got into the house, she was carrying my daughter, who was already sleeping.
"Long day?" I asked.
"You have no idea," Maria answered.
I helped take my daughter out of her arms and carried her upstairs. Maria brought the bag of stuff I always sent and carried it up to my daughter's room. I got her covered up, kissed her goodnight and closed the door. Maria and I walked out of the room and down the stairs.
"Wanna tell me what's going on? You look like you've had a shit day," I said.
She just shook her head.
"Come on. I don't bite. You can talk to me." I said.
"Maybe that's what I need. Someone to bite me. It might make it better," Maria said.
I laughed.
"What's so funny?" She said.
"You should watch what you say. You never know what someone might do if you word something like that," I said.
She looked at me with the most serious look on her face she'd ever had.
"I never said I'd stop you," Maria said.
For the first time in almost ten years since I'd known her, I was actually nervous. I don't know why. I couldn't explain it. But without any further hesitation, I just moved over to her on the couch, reached down, grabbed her arm, and bit it.
"Ouch. Holy fuck. You didn't have to bite me that hard." Maria said.
I looked at her and laughed.
"Told you. Don't say something that you don't want someone to carry through with." I said.
She looked at me. I saw something in her eyes I'd never seen before.
"So what if I said you should kiss me?" Maria said.
I didn't hesitate. I leaned over, looked her in the eyes, and softly planted a kiss on her little round mouth. She pushed. I pushed back. And found myself leaning into her, kissing her full on the mouth.
Her hands circled my head. My hands went around her back. I pulled her close.
When she opened her mouth, gasping, I didn't hesitate. I slid my tongue inside her mouth, swirled it around, pressed my lips to hers, and kissed her harder.
It felt like it lasted an hour.
When we pulled apart, we both were gasping for breath, breathing heavily, and staring at each other.
"Jesus," Maria said.
"What?" I finally said after I could breathe.
"That was. Just... Goddamn!. That was amazing." Maria said.
"Well. Thank You, I think?" I said with a laugh.
And she looked right at me.
"More," Maria said.
"What?" I responded.
"More," she said again.
"More what?" I finally said, feeling stupid as fuck.
"More of everything. Whatever you want," Maria said.
And I knew the risks. I knew she was my best friend's wife, but at that moment, I didn't give a fuck. I just wanted her. I wanted something with her. I didn't even know what.
We were fumbling around each other, running our hands up and down the top of our clothes, kissing heavily, my tongue inside her mouth, and without warning, I ended up on top of her, on the couch in my living room. I knew I was hard. Hell, I could feel my dick pushing intensely hard against my shorts. Maria was wearing jeans. I could tell she felt me hard because she kept pushing her hips upwards against me, grunting as I pushed harder, and she gasped as she fell backward on the couch.
I just laid there. Looking at her. Not saying a word.
"You know if anyone found out anything?" I finally said.
"Mike is a fucking asshole. Do you think I'd be doing stuff like this with you if he did stuff like this with me?" Maria responded.
I was shocked.
"I thought you guys had a good thing going. It always looks like you have the best thing anyone could ask for," I finally said.
She shook her head.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to sound like a bitch, but he's a fucking dick. I know you guys are friends, but he gets into porn. I've caught him a dozen times. He rarely wants sex. He yells at me. He treats the kids like shit. He's a fucking asshole. I'm sorry. I don't mean to be going off like this. I know he's your friend, but the last 5 years have been absolutely fucking miserable. I hate it. I don'tTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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