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Marital Problems       We were walking through the woods near our home at the time of the shock. Jane did not take it well; she thought that I didn't love her. But she was wrong about that. The problem had always been there, though neither of us really noticed to begin with. Since we were married she had always wanted sex more than I wanted sex. But as time went on it began to become a problem; Julie was getting frustrated. In the early days we had seen counselors and doctors, but neither had helped. Except that one counselor had told us that the obvious solution of getting a lover for Jane was not one that they would consider suggesting. At the time we both nodded in complete agreement, but the fact that she said it at all had been a surprise for me because I had never even thought of that idea. That was two years before our walk in the woods, and I was still as close to Jane as I had ever been. But on this occasion, when we walked through the woods, Jane had suggested that we disappear away from the beaten track into the densely packed evergreen trees for some fun. Well, I knew what sort of fun she meant and normally that would be great, and not somewhere where we had had sex before. But the truth was that the previous night had been one of great passion, and that left me without any drive for about two or three days usually. I know, that is probably a long time to most men out there but that is where our problem stems from. So I declined. She knew I would. It was then that I said it: "Jane...." "What?" she replied. "I have been thinking about us for some time and our problem. There is only one way to solve your problem and I think we should try to solve it." "How?" "I know that you are under a lot of stress because of me and I don't want you to be. Eventually (though you might not think so at the moment) it may break up our marriage. I love you too much for that. So I will not mind if you find someone that you find attractive and take him as a lover." Actually the 'will not mind' was an understatement. It had been going through my mind more and more and was becoming a fantasy. Initially Jane thought that I was joking but couldn't really see the humour in it. After a few seconds though it was clear that I wasn't and she pushed me away and stormed off back along the grassy worn track we had just followed, without talking to me, back to the car. She sat in the back, annoyed, and waited for me to drive her home. All the way home the only thing that she said was "Just what do you think that I am?" to which I simply replied that she was my wife and I was sorry if I upset her – I had no intention of hurting her. It was certainly intended to be for her benefit, but I rather fancied this happening anyway. So over the next few months I put on more pressure. I deliberately turned down her advances more often than I had before – maybe that would keep her libido on the boil. Added to that I brought fantasy games to our lovemaking. We would sometimes pretend that I had two women in bed and other times pretended that Jane had two men in bed with her. Then we pretended that she had some gorgeous hunk with her while I watched from the side and that it was her birthday present, or something like that. One year after the incident in the woods we went for a walk again in the same place. We often went out for walks, particularly to woodland or lakeside places where we could watch some wildlife and be on our own. By then my libido was lower than ever, or so she thought, because I had managed to pretend increasingly little interest during most of the previous year by quietly masturbating often to keep the pressure off me. We had hardly made love in the previous two months. Now was the time for a second try. We found a bench on the main footpath through the woodland to sit down at. We sat in silence for some time at first. Probably Julie was thinking, as I was, about what had happened between us the year before. I broke the silence: "Jane, I didn't mean to upset you last year when we were here. I am sorry." "I know," she said, resting her head on my shoulder, "you only said it because you care for me. I know." "Yes. And that offer is still there if you need to take it," I put in, almost wincing at the reaction I might get. "Yes, I know" was all she replied, and the silence fell for another 30 seconds or so. "Wouldn't you mind me seeing another man?" she enquired. Now that was a difficult question. If I said that I would mind then that barred her from doing it. But if I said that I didn't mind then she might again think that I didn't love her. But I quickly thought of this to say: "Darling. I love you dearly and will never love anyone else like I love you. I also believe that you feel the same way about me. I feel quite secure in that and I do not think that you would leave me or fall in love with a man who was there simply as your play thing. Will I feel jealousy anyway? Well I am not sure, but I think that I wouldn't while I feel secure in our marriage. The plan would have to have several rules for that. In particular it would be a different man each time, or at least regularly changed, and for another I must always be involved; you never see him without me." And that was that. We sat in sunshine for another ten minutes and went on our way. About three months have passed since I was there in the woods that time, and yesterday something extraordinary happened. She phoned me at work on my mobile phone from her mobile phone. Initially she appeared to be just phoning me because she wanted to talk to me. But after the first few minutes there came a pause in the conversation, followed by: "We have had a new recruit in our office today. He thinks he's a lady killer." My heart jumped at what I thought may be happening. I wondered why she was telling me about a new recruit, she doesn't normally. "Is he good looking then?" I asked. "Not particularly," she replied, but I told her to be honest. "Well, OK, yes I think that he is." "Is he the solution to our problem then?" I constrained my voice to hide the tension and excitement I was feeling. "Yes he could be." she said this with a giggle. Pow! That came like a sledgehammer shock to my system. "Oh good," I lamely replied. Julie carried on in a kind of exaggerated humorous tone: "I was wondering if I could sleep with him tonight, like you said I could." Wow! This is a young lady who goes to church on Sundays. "What have you told him?" I snapped. "Nothing." "Well what makes you think that you would succeed even if I said yes?" again, I snapped. "Well I just thought that he likes me. Forget it I'm just pulling your leg." "Well I want to meet him. Is he single? Is he new in town? Find an excuse to invite him round to dinner," I said, and then changed the subject. I think we were both embarrassed as well as excited. Normally one could almost set the clock by the time that Jane came in from work: five past six. Today it was closer to half past when she turned up, and the new recruit, Carson, was with her. His height made him a little intimidating and his clearly handsome features made him more so. His confidence was clear as he held out his hand to shake mine. Jane apologized to me because we had not arranged to have anyone to dinner until the last moment, and we both had to scrabble around in the kitchen desperately trying to find something to make a good meal with. In the end the best we could do was spaghetti bologneise. Jane and I took turns to do things in the kitchen while the other went and chatted with Carson. But during our moments in the kitchen together, my wife and I quickly spoke about him. Jane started: "I was only joking on the phone you know." "Well, let's think about it before we dismiss the idea" I replied. I didn't want this opportunity to be missed. "I know that we need to do something soon, and he seems to be a nice man. Come on, Jane, I know you fancy him, and I would love to think that you are happier than you are at the moment." "I am happy," she assured me. "We just have a problem that needs sorting." That was it; that answer confirmed to me that she was up for it. Jane didn't know it, but I had an erection like no other I'd ever had. If she noticed then that might make her think that she doesn't need Carson and the whole momentum of the situation would be lost. We served up the dinner and carried on chatting. He was single, had a girlfriend in Manchester (but it wasn't a serious relationship as far as he was concerned), just finished a PhD in Economics at Aberdeen University and was clearly ambitious. I felt quite inferior, but Jane's eyes shone, her smile was real and her cheeks were flushed all the time that we talked. Eventually the discussion reached a hiatus; I had told Carson about me and Jane while he had told us much about himself. I should have confirmed with Jane about how to proceed, but I didn't want to halt the momentum. So I went straight to the point: "Carson, there is something that I need to discuss with you that is delicate, and I need to be assured that the conversation will go no further than us here, whatever the outcome. In short, Carson, can you be discrete?" Jane stiffened and the smile dropped from her face and was replaced by anxiety as she turned her head and stared at me. "Err, yes of course, as long as it isn't illegal," he replied. He was startled by this turn of the conversation. And once I had said it I felt regret that I had started. But there was no turning back now. "Jane and I have a little marital problem. To be blunt, I have not been able to give her enough sex and today we decided what we must do about it. Jane finds you very attractive and wants to have sex with you. I have given her permission to do so." I have never seen Jane blush so much in my entire life. She looked at her plate and muttered something about getting more wine as she virtually ran out into the kitchen. "Err, I... I don't think that Jane does want to," said Matthew after she had gone. It did look like that and I felt really, really stupid. "I'll have a word with her," I said and left for the kitchen. "Have you changed your mind?" "I am not sure this is a good idea," she replied. She was still red with embarrassment. But I could also see that the front of her dress showed the slight shape of an erect nipple through the blouse she wore under her business suit; the idea was still a good one. "I am not sure that he is too keen either, but he might be in shock!" I said. We agreed to abort the plan, or rather Jane insisted on it. So we went back into the dining room and before I could say anything further, Carson said, "I'll do it if you like. Jane is very beautiful and I would be honoured." The intensely formal gentlemanly politeness seemed silly and yet I cannot think of anything that he could have said better. This was the crunch point. Jane can either take it further or not as the case may be, so I kept quiet and she said "What do we do now?" That question implied that she wanted to do this, so I said, "Jane, you have not had time to get changed yet. Why don't you get changed." She did. While Jane was upstairs, Carson asked some questions; he sounded nervous. "Do you mean tonight? Now?" I nodded. "This is to be discrete, you said?" I nodded. "I don't want my girlfriend getting a hint of this. Or anyone else." I nodded again. "She hasn't got any sexually transmitted diseases has she?" I shook my head: "No. Have you?" He shook his head also. And so the questioning went on until Jane came down the stairs. Adrenalin surged around my body when I realised that she was wearing her stunning evening dress, a pair of high heeled shoes and a pair of dangly earrings! No mixed messages there! Carson immediately took off his jacket. Jane was incredible. She had taken complete control of the situation. She pulled Carson to his feet and told me to put on some music. Then she said that she wanted to dance with Carson first, and they did the waltz for about 10 minutes. I cleared the table by dumping everything quickly into the kitchen and turned the lights down and sat on a corner stool out of the way. Their stance was awkward at first but began to relax after a minute or two. While they were dancing Carson felt for the zip at the back of her dress and slowly brought it down. Jane looked at me while he did this, and I smiled my approval; my heart was beating fast. Jane leaned closer into him and embraced in a more familiar way. I imagined her soft breasts pushing against his chest through their clothing. Carson stopped the dance and removed his jacket and then took up the dance again. Soon he slipped his hand into her dress at the back and gently stroked her back. Her eyes closed at the touch but a feeling of guilt prevented her from making a response. So Carson just kept on dancing and stroking, and so after about 10 minutes of music and smooching, finally Jane's left hand wandered down to Carson's behind and caressed his right cheek. That's when I knew that she was really enjoying this; she was going to go through with this. With the dancing continuing, albeit in a slightly awkward manner, Carson now had both hands inside her dress at the back but holding firmly, keeping the couple together while Jane's hands undid the buttons on his shirt and then tugged it out from the top of his trousers. The atmosphere was electric and my heart was racing. Jane pressed against him with the side of her face against his smooth bare chest. Already she was in heaven. Carson pushed the dress zip down the last few inches then gently pulled her away from his chest and pulled the dress forward so that it slipped along her arms. Jane obligingly pulled her arms back out of the dress and it hung down from the waist. Still they danced around the living room with Jane's upper half, wearing only a bra, pushed against his bare chest. She undid the buckle on his belt as they abandoned the dancing. Jane pulled his trousers down and Carson kissed her deeply on the lips. Jane pulled away and looked at me again, so I grinned and said, "Enjoy yourself, Jane." She kissed him back passionately while he stepped out of his trousers. He pulled away from Jane and removed his own shirt while Jane pulled the dress down past her waist to the floor and stepped out of it then tossed it to me. It was clear that Carson either works out or does some other physical activity, his arms and chest were muscular though not bulging with muscle. So they were both standing there with shoes and underclothes, Carson had socks on and Jane had suspenders and stockings. She has always saved those for special nights when she wants to seduce me, such as wedding anniversaries. The high-heeled shoes looked fabulous on Jane but the shoes and socks on Carson looked a little ridiculous. Carson clearly had a huge erection now and Jane walked to him and kissed his chest, proceeded down, kissing across his stomach and kissed his erection through his boxer shorts, and finally her attention went to the shoes: she undid them and helped him to take off the shoes and socks. She also thought that he looked a little ridiculous in them. Then Carson turned Jane round to get at the fastening on her bra. For the first time since the dress was removed Jane looked at me but this time it was with a smile. I said nothing but gave her a big approving smile and winked at her. Still with Jane facing me Carson removed her bra and slid her pants down to her ankles. I have never seen her nipples so erect in all my life; they stood out horizontally almost a centimetre and she was blushing as she obligingly stepped out from the last barrier she had between his eyes and her most intimate self. Never before have I seen such an erotic and sensuous image as the woman that I love clearly experiencing such intense, naughty pleasure as this. The curves of her waist and hips were perfect. Her pretty face decorated with evocative earrings and make-up. Her big bosoms pointing straight at me. Then Carson's biceps bulged as he walked to her side and gently put one arm behind her knees, the other behind her chest and he effortlessly raised her in his arms, walked two paces to the settee and laid her horizontally there. He then removed his last piece of clothing – his boxer shorts – and climbed gently onto the settee with her underneath him and lowered himself to her. In that instant slight panic appeared on Jane's face and she looked at me for confirmation, which I immediately supplied with a smile and a nod. Carson hardly noticed this as he continued down onto her and Jane closed her eyes in bliss while opening her legs to adultery. Carson slid gently into her and both sighed in unison together. Oh but he was good. He proceeded very slowly backwards and forwards taking his weight on his hands watching the young lady lying beneath him, her arms extended above her head in complete submission, her eyes closed as the pleasure gripped her. I think that Carson's impulse was to pump faster, but he carefully kept himself in check as he glided back and forth very slowly. I wish I had timed how long they were like that. It was many times longer than I could have held out in his position. Eventually Jane was nearing her orgasm. She grabbed Carson with her right arm around his neck and her left arm around his chest and pulled herself up to his body, hugging it closely and wrapped her legs around his middle. Then she turned her head sideways and looked deep into my eyes across the room as her body shook and heavy breathing and moans of unimaginable pleasure took nearly all control away from her. That was an image that beat even the previously mentioned one for such erotic, sensuous beauty. Though I had not touched myself at all, I deposited several spurts of semen into my pants but that didn't do much to relieve the sexual tension I felt. As Jane's orgasm passed she relaxed, reached up and kissed Carson under the chin (she couldn't reach his lips) and dropped her body back to the settee. The kiss seemed to trigger Carson's orgasm; he lost control pumping quite fast and hard and Jane, I learned later, enjoyed the feeling of being filled with this young man's seed. And so the climax to the evening passed splendidly. What an experience. This was new and exciting, probably for all three of us. Already I was looking forward to both rogering Jane, myself, and to Carson coming to our house again. But will he come again? When Carson's orgasm had subsided he relaxed, paused, then lowered his head and kissed my Jane on the lips. I dare say that he wanted to sleep at that point, but he appeared to become suddenly aware again that I was watching. He climbed off the settee and picked up his clothes and held them in front of his genitalia and asked if he could shower. I showed him where the shower was and then I returned to Jane. She had already started to dress and was hurrying. With her knickers and bra back on she picked up the rest of her clothes and ran upstairs to our bedroom. I took the opportunity to go to the cloakroom and try to clean myself up before anyone realized that I had ejaculated in my pants. I didn't do a thorough job so I was back in the living room before the others returned. Carson was first. We were both embarrassed at this point and Carson said in a rather formal way: "Thank you for dinner. It was a very enjoyable evening. Tell Jane that I found it a very pleasant evening. Apologize to her for me not staying longer," and he went towards the door. My reply was "Oh you're going? Please don't feel that you have to." But he insisted and left. So up to the bedroom I went and found Jane sitting on the bed wearing jeans and an old shirt, quietly weeping. "What is it, my love? What's the matter?" I asked, shocked by the turn of events. "Has he gone?" she asked. I confirmed that he had and relayed his message. But the message she ignored, something else was bothering her. "What have I done?" she said, then chanting, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." "Jane, why are you sorry? You should enjoy tonight. You have done nothing wrong. I had a fabulous evening. I enjoyed more than you can know to see you have so much pleasure. He is very good and is exactly what we need to solve our problem. I am glad we did it and I want Carson to come round again." This cheered up Jane considerably. She smiled, wiped her eyes and hugged me. We shared the time telling how we each felt at different times throughout the evening and I had to confess that I had found it erotic enough to ejaculate without even touching myself. This surprised Jane and pleased her – I think that it relieved her guilt somewhat. The evening finished with us going to bed quite late, Jane not really realizing that I was so turned on I could still make love to her even though I had ejaculated earlier. I couldn't tell her this, though, because it would undermine the reason for Carson coming in the first place. We went to sleep in each others arms planning Carson's next visit and with Jane promising that she would repay me in about a weeks time with the first blowjob she will have ever done, and the first that I will have ever had.

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