My husband Phil and I met in High School over twenty years ago. God that sounds like a long time, but for the most part the years were good. We'd managed to raise two sons and a daughter who turned out pretty well. Phil had a bit of a pooch from a few too many beers but had kept his hair on top of his head where it was supposed to be and not have it wander off to other places on his body, and it was still as black as the day I'd meet him. I didn't think I fared to badly myself. I still had my red hair, just with a few grays stuck here and there and I still got complements on my hazel eyes. I'm a small C cup so even though I couldn't say I was 'perky', I certainly wasn't dragging the floor. Since I had all my children when I was young I was really blessed in that baby fat was never even a little issue with me and I could still turn heads at the beach whenever I wore a two piece.
Even with neither of us ready for the old folks home the last five or six years had really seen a dramatic shift in our sex lives. Sex had always been an important part of our relationship for me and in High School the motto I lived by was the song lyrics 'fuck me like an animal'. Phil and I got married the week we graduated just so we could finally stop having to sneak around anymore. We slowed down some when the babies came, or at least took our play to our room instead of all over the house, the backyard, and even at the local park at 3am, but we just seemed to slow down more and more over the years. One day I woke up and realized that I was masturbating in bed beside my husband after not making love for a month and he didn't seem to care.
I tried to talk to Phil about it, I even asked him point blank if he were having an affair which he denied. I knew there wasn't anything physically wrong with him since he surfed the internet every night looking at porn sites and I'd even caught him masturbating while doing it. I was at my wits end and getting to be an emotional wreck myself wondering if he wanted a divorce.
I didn't realize just how much of a wreck I was until I broke down in tears at my best friend Susan's house. I had dropped by for one of our regular morning cups of coffee and as we sat on the couch I ended up confessing everything to her.
"Have you ever been with another man?" Susan asked straight away.
"No," I told her, whipping my eyes with a napkin she had given me, "We've been together since High School and I thought we were both happy."
"Has he been with another woman?" Susan then asked.
I really had to think about her question for a moment. Had he? Was he even now having an affair that I didn't know about? I honestly didn't think he had and finally told her so.
She sat quietly for a little while and when she finally looked up there was a gleam in her eye I'd never seen before, "Do you think your motto is still 'fuck me like an animal'?"
I began to tear up again thinking she was teasing me about something I had told her in a moment of weakness, but Susan reached over and took my hands in hers.
"Teresa, listen to me," Susan began, "Eddy and I had a similar problem a few years back.
"We tried everything, from a marriage councilor, a second honeymoon, even going through with saying our vows again."
I was really amazed since I always thought of Susan and Eddy as having a really good marriage.
"And," I asked, "What did you do?"
"Well," Susan said, and I was amazed to see her face turning a bright red, "We went to a sex councilor."
My jaw must have hit the floor because Susan burst out laughing, "You don't have to look that surprised!
"She really did help us though," Susan said with complete sincerity, "Her name was Gale and she pointed out that my husband and I had never been with anyone else besides each other and that our tried and true missionary position wasn't the only position or even the only way to make love.
"It took a couple of sessions, but Gale helped us explore different ways for Eddy and I to please each other and then even having... other people sometimes join in with us.
"She really helped us discover an entire new world in our sex lives together and Eddy and I have never been happier."
I was in total shock. My best friend that I'd known since our children were in preschool together was telling me she and her husband liked having sex with other people, that they were swingers!
"I..." I began only to trail off.
I took a deep breath and tried to start over, "You mean you've been with other men?"
Susan nodded, "Lots of times since we first went to see Gale."
"Women?" I asked, my eyes never leaving Susan's.
Susan smiled and leaned over to kiss me on the lips. The move was so totally unexpected that I jerked back, but not before the feel of her soft lips pressing against mine caused my heart to race.
"How long has it been for you and Phil?" Susan asked, leaning back on the couch with a smile.
My heart was still racing and my breath caught in my throat as Susan placed her right leg up on the couch, her left foot still on the ground and slid her hand up the inside of her thigh until it came to rest over her crotch.
I really hadn't paid any attention to what Susan had on, but really saw her now in her sheer pale blue pajama bottoms and a matching button up top that was missing the top four buttons that let me see the swell of her breasts. I had a random thought of just how many times I had joked with her about those missing buttons and if she were trying to flash me and wondered if maybe she had been. Her sandy brown hair was loose and spilled over her shoulders and I couldn't help but admit that between the look in her blue eyes and her nipples so obviously poking at the thin cotton fabric of her top was causing my heart to beat even faster.
"I don't know..." I stammered.
"A week?" Susan asked.
"Two weeks?" Susan asked again when I didn't respond.
"Over a month," I whispered.
