That said, I believe that even in the most 'perfect' relationship, secrets are kept until the keeper is ready to set it free, if ever. I have secrets and, one day, I'll even let my husband know about them and I'll ask him to share his secrets, in return. Oh, I know he has them and, like him, I won't be angry at whatever he tells me, nor him with me. It's a good thing that we've had these past 25 years, and I wouldn't change a thing. Through these writings, I've decided to share...
Years ago, a few years after we had met and married (not a first for either of us), we began exploring sexual fantasies and joined a 'social club' (read: Swinger's Club). He and his ex were swingers. I wasn't but had always wanted to try it. We did and I loved it from the first meeting with another couple, quickly adding threesomes, gal-sex, and inter-racial sex to my playbook. It was all good. We usually participated as a couple but also, sometimes, as a single with others. Both of us did so. Most he knew about, some he didn't. What follows are the trysts I didn't tell him about.
We had moved to Arizona and I contracted with my employer to fly back and forth between my home and headquarters, training my replacements and overseeing an acquistion of a smaller competitor. I worked the first three weeks of the month, no weekends, the balance of a month, my own off-time. For this, they paid me an insane amount of money and picked up all expenses. Sweet!
The third month of the deal was crunch time with the acquisition and we put in long hours. My first line replacement was a gal named Peg. She was my age, 38, and somewhat similar in build. I'm 5'9 and 128 lbs., she was a bit shorter and about 120 or so. A hard working gal, to be sure, staying late as we got closer to closing the deal.
One night, we finished up at her desk around 8 or so, both of us whipped beyond belief. "That's it, I'm heading to the hotel and the mini-bar", I announced as I stretched and searched for my shoes. "Lucky you," Peg cracked, "I get to go home and feed my fucking cat," laughing afterwards.
"Follow me to the hotel and I'll give you some liquid courage and, besides, I really don't like to drink alone," slipping on my shoes as I said it.
"Best offer I've had in a long time," she smilingly replied.
"Hard to believe that," I commented, honestly, "I would have thought there would be a line of guys at your door."
"Yeah, well, guys?, not so much." she said as she looked for her glasses, "But, there's a couple of gals that are stalking me," laughing aloud after she said.
"Well, that's not all bad, at least it's one of the two recognized sexes," I quipped, "Hell, any port in a storm works for me."
Looking at me with a hint of mischief in her eyes, she smiled and simply said, "Still waters and all that, as they say."
