Taking the Plunge – Ch 3

Discovering that I enjoyed sex with Paul had me in a quandary. I was totally fine with sucking and fucking him for the past week, but I was feeling guilty too. Not because of what I had been doing with Paul, but that I did it without my wife’s knowledge. I had never cheated on Marge and I had never intended to either. In my mind there was no justifying what I had done. Having sex with anyone other than my wife without her permission was clearly cheating.

Paul and I had completed the job we were sent to do in minimum time. We got up early Saturday morning, checked out of the hotel and were on the road by seven o’clock. The day was going to be sunny and cool, perfect for traveling the hours long trip home. The miles rolled by without my noticing. I was thankful that Paul had volunteered to drive because my mind was in turmoil debating how to handle the situation. Should I tell her. Should I not.

Paul must have known what was going on in my head because he never pressed me for conversation and we spent most of the trip in silence. The only respite I had from my contemplation was when we stopped for lunch.

My dilemma got no better the closer we got to home. Sure, it was just sex with Paul and I could tell myself that I hadn’t been running around trying to score a piece of ass from another woman. That just didn’t ring true though. Even though I had no intentions to cheat last Sunday night in the hotel lounge when I had been dancing with several women, the hard-on I was sporting while dancing with our waitress didn’t appear on it’s own. I had been flirting with her from the time she seated us. Why had I done that?

Thinking back to that night I knew that the sexual arousal I experienced in the lounge was probably a big factor why when Paul made his advances I had not resisted. That combined with how aroused I got watching him masturbate his awesome cock contributed to my choice.

I had had a choice when we got back to our room too. My choice had been to have sex with him and I knew it was cheating. I thought about it for all the hours and miles of our trip home. Even as I lay prone on the truck seat with my head in Paul’s lap sucking his cock, I knew I was cheating on Marge. I just couldn’t help myself.

I dropped Paul at his place and headed home. When I got there I still didn’t know what to do. Or rather I did know but was afraid of what Marge’s response would be. It was quite the situation I found myself in. I greeted Marge with kisses and a squeeze of an ass cheek. I even enthusiastically agreed when she intimated that sex was on the agenda for later.

I realized I was very turned on by the prospect of sex with Marge. It had been weeks since we had been sexually intimate and we both seemed primed for a great night of sex. A week apart was turning out to be a good thing on more than one level. As I helped her with preparing dinner I told her all about the airport job. But of course, I left out my night time activities with Paul.

After supper I was sitting on the couch in our Great room nursing an adult beverage and thinking deeply about how this was all going to play out. As much as I was looking forward to sex with Marge, I knew I had to come clean about Paul first. Several scenarios were running though my head.

I loved Marge more than anything and didn’t want to lose her. We have a good marriage and I surely didn’t want it to end. I feared she would freak out and want to leave me when she found out I had cheated on her. Never mind that it was with a man.

I was hoping that she would understand when I told her about Paul. That she could except my bi-sexuality and forgive me for cheating. Until last Sunday night having sex with a man wasn’t even on my radar, but it was a part of me now and I wanted to share that with her.

Maybe that was my real dilemma. On one hand I did not want to cheat on her. On the other I wanted to have sex with Paul again. There was only one option and I knew it.

The only other scenario I could think of was that she might forgive my indiscretions, but demand I stay faithful and I didn’t know if I could do that. I thought I might miss sex with Paul too much.

I had no idea what the outcome of my confession was going to be. I just knew I had to fess up and face the consequences, whatever they turned out to be. I hoped our marriage could survive this.

I looked up when Marge walked into the room. She stood in front of me and said, “What’s got you in such a funk, Tom? You seem like something heavy is weighing on your mind.”

The moment had come. I dreaded the confrontation this was sure be become, but I saw no other choice now that I was directly asked for an explanation. I certainly didn’t want to lie to Marge and then try to explain the dodge later. I could see no way that the situation would get any better by putting it off so I decided to lay it all out. Tell her everything and beg her forgiveness. I sat my drink aside.

I reached up and took her hands in mine. She smiled. It broke my heart that I had to hurt her this way.

Our sex life might have been on life support, but we had always been faithful to each other. At least until now. From early in our relationship we had shared our sexual fantasies, but we never acted on them. The idea of one of us having sex with another person without the other there had surely never been discussed. And of course me sucking cock or taking one in my ass had never been a topic of discussion either.

“You are right,Marge. I am in a funk. Something happened this past week while I was out of town and it’s weighing heavy on me. I don’t believe you are going to like it either. It’s going to be hard for you to hear what I have to say, but please sit down and try to listen. Please try to wait until I’m finished before you react. I need to get this out and I’m not sure I can if you interrupt me.”

Marge sat down beside me with a very worried look on her face. “Tom, what in the world is going on here? You sound like the world is coming to an end.”

“It might be for us, honey. I just hope you can forgive me after you hear me out.” I took a deep breath and told her about the past week. I told her that Paul was bi-sexual and had helped me discover that I was too. Once I started talking I didn’t stop until I had told her everything.

I told her that I was not sorry for having sex with Paul and that I wanted to have sex with him again. That I hoped my bi-sexuality was not a turn off for her. That it could be a perfect opportunity to make our threesome fantasy a reality. I begged her to try and understand that this was all new to me too. That it was something I had not been seeking. I ended with a plea. “Please forgive my cheating and please don’t let this end our marriage. I love you, Marge and never want to lose you.”

Marge sat quietly on the couch facing me through my whole confession. Her expression was completely neutral revealing nothing of how this was affecting her. When I was finished talking she looked at me and smiled. Then she blew my mind.

“Oh my god, Tom. I can hardly believe what you just told me. I’m not mad or upset with you baby. In fact I find it incredibly hot. My pussy is dripping wet from listening to you describe your week with Paul. I would love to watch you doing the things you just told me about. We definitely have to talk some more about this, but right now we need to have sex.”

As she spoke she stood up and stripped naked. I could see her wetness glistening on her pussy lips when she sat back down and spread her legs. “Come here baby. Please eat my pussy. Your story has made me so fucking hot it won’t take much to make me cum. Then fuck me like we were teenagers.”

This was not the reaction I had imagined. I didn’t expect Marge to get so aroused listening to what I was telling her. I expected her to get mad or cry. To freak out and throw things. Storm out of the room. Cuss me out. Tell me to leave. Anything but what she was doing now.

Marge had never participated in our sexual activities at this level before. I found it arousing that she was telling me what she wanted in such lusty language. The fact that she was so turned on by the things I had just told her was incredible.

In spite of the situation my dick had gotten semi hard while I was retelling the events of the past week.