Discovering My Wife’s Young Girlfriend: Part 1

Laura’s fling shocked me — in a good way

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Laura was always home at five and fixing dinner simply because cooking was a creative outlet for her. Salmon. Ceasar salad. Tomato and mozzarella cheese — and I could go on.

The kids had moved out of the house with one in college and the others settling in with friends at new jobs in the city and all the way across the state. Dinner was now my chance to catch up with Laura and connect.

So for the third time in more than a week, I was surprised when five o’clock came and then six o’clock. I changed into sweats, went for a run, lifted weights, and worried that she wasn’t home after seven.

She had also been gone for a few hours on the weekend saying she had gone to the museum.

I sent a text: everything okay?

No response. Until almost eight o’clock when she finally replied: Be home soon.

Questions buzzed in my mind because she hadn’t talked about working late and I didn’t think of her seeing some guy behind my back. I was just downright puzzled. Curiosity stung me even more when she walked through the door with a sheepish sounding, “Hi.”

“Hi.”

Laura took off her coat and I noticed her blouse was unbuttoned down the middle and I could see her purple lacy bra. Her hair was a bit messed, and her slacks were unsnapped at the top. She looked dazed and sexy. Downright sexy.

Her hips were wider than when we first married, but I loved how she filled out her slacks and the sound of her voice often sent tremors through me. Her breasts were wonderfully full, and her eyes had the kind of look she had after we made love — a dreamy sort of gaze.

“Would you like a glass of wine?” she asked, walking to the kitchen with her high heels click-clacking and her ass rotating nicely.

“No.” Strange.

She was gone several beats, came back with a glass in hand, tugged her blouse out of her slacks, and said quietly. “We should talk.”

I breathed deeply. “Okay.”

Laura was an accountant, but not the CFO, for an active not-for-profit and often went to various networking events with the local chamber of commerce.

I was ready to hear about an event.

She took a sip and looked across the room. “I’m in love.”

Kicked in the gut. Oomph.

“What?” My eyes opened wider than they ever had in my life.

“Yeah. I’ve met someone.” She took another sip.

Oh, my God. I’m a veteran in crisis communications and I always tell my clients not to panic. Easier said than done. My hands shook and legs trembled.

Her pronouncement and the statement that followed twisted my stomach into knots and my insides felt like they had been sucked into a hurricane.

“Who is he?”

Laura took another sip of wine, turned to me and revealed even more of her cleavage, and said, “Not a he.”

This is the third decade of the 21st century so I wondered. “So uh, a — ?”

“A she.”

There. A she. “She?” I squinted like I was peering through fog.

“Yes.” Laura set her wine aside, got out her phone, and showed me images of a cute, young redhead with a darling nose and sweet smile dressed in tight jeans and a T-shirt posing in front of the Museum of Art. “I should have told you.”

This was so weird. “What’s going on?”

Remember when you were a kid and you spun in circles, getting dizzier and dizzier, and then you stopped to see if you could stand? I had the same feeling even though I was sitting down.

Laura slid her tongue over her lips. “We met a few weeks ago and hit it off, really. An after-work networking evening. She’s finishing college and interning in PR for the chamber.” Laura sighed. “She’s so damned cute.”

Had I failed her? I couldn’t please my wife?

“I know. You’re shocked,” Laura patted my thigh, sliding her hand up my leg.

“To say the least.” I thought through everything. Laura had never once hinted at enjoying another woman her own age, much less someone who was the same age as our — oh, wow. I was puzzled.

“She’s vibrant. Cheery.” Laura’s chest rose up and down sweetly. Her breathing picked up delightfully and her hand moved from my thigh to just above my belt buckle.

“What’s her name?”

“Sherianna.” Laura rested a hand in her lap.

I noticed lipstick on Laura’s cheek. “She kissed you?”

“Wonderfully so, like this.” Laura placed her fingers on my chin and worked her tongue inside my mouth, sliding across my teeth while moving her hands inside my sweatpants.

“So, you like her?”

“Her eyes are soothing, her voice is sweet, and her flesh is so delightfully tender.” Laura groped for my cock. “I’ve licked her. Kissed every inch of her body.”

My cock was now raging hard, pulsing, and longing for more.

“Fuck me. Right here.” Laura undid her slacks, pulled them down, and revealed her lacy purple panties — ones she usually wore on nights out with me, the ones indicating her mood.

I slipped off my sweatpants and underwear while Laura mounted my cock and rode me spectacularly. She pressed her tits against my face and recalled the moments spent with Sherianna.

“Her roommates were in their rooms studying and I spread her legs tonight, pressing my tongue into her wonderful pussy while she groaned and fingered my hair.”

Laura rode up and down, tickling my shaft. Her voice and the sight of her exquisite breasts, teasing me through her bra, and the thought of her dating a younger woman without my knowing played with my mind.

“Look at these.” She reached to the sofa while she rode my cock, took the phone, and with her eyes half-closed showed me selfies of her and Sherianna kissing at the museum. And another of semi-naked Sherianna in a T-shirt, cut halfway to show her abs and only wearing a black thong below.

Oh, wow. My mind was blown and Laura gritted her teeth, getting into the sex with me — or with her thinking about this … new love?

I closed my eyes while my orgasm built and couldn’t think for all the confusion. How did this happen? So suddenly? And why … didn’t Laura tell me … Oh, more. More. I thrust my cock into my wife’s pussy and just one look at the phone brought Sherianna to life in my own mind. Cute. Fucking cute.

I bucked hard and furious. “I want her.” My sudden cry was shocking and I buried my face in Laura’s breasts while grabbing her ass and getting my cock in her as deeply as I could. I wasn’t just fucking my wife. I was chasing her lover. I wanted to grab her, hold her, and penetrate her.

“Oh, yeah.” Laura groaned.

Questions zipped and dashed through my mind. Crazy thoughts and I imagined Laura lying on her back with Sherianna’s legs spread over her mouth, sitting on Laura’s face.

“You ate her pussy?” I could barely get the words out.

“Yeah.” Laura raised her ass up and down furiously.

I reached my hand, found her clit, and pressed. I wanted Laura’s orgasm to explode through her soul and tell me all about how she fell for this gorgeous, darling … shit.

My orgasm blasted through me while picturing this mysterious young woman leaning forward with her tits rubbing on Laura’s and moving her face to Laura’s cunt, licking her thighs with feline-like movements and grace.

“She eat you?”

“Yes. Tonight.” Laura’s orgasm grabbed hold and shook her like a rag doll. “Before coming home. She started me.” Laura gasped. “You’re finishing me.”

Arousal kept crawling through me while my mind stayed perplexed. “You never told me.”

“I told you now,” said Laura, holding onto me while her breathing eased. “We had dates. Actual dates. A few times.” Laura rubbed her nose against mine and chuckled. “My girlfriend. My first girlfriend.”

I settled and she rested her head against my chest while my cock went soft, like a tire slowly deflating. “Why’d you decide to tell me?”

“I couldn’t hide it. I don’t want to hide it, sweetheart.”

Fucking my wife on the sofa was a workout on top of my workout. “I want to hear it from the beginning.”

“You will. It’s crazy and wonderful. Shocked myself.” Laura tossed her hair back over her shoulders.

“What does that mean for us? For you and me?”

“It means I love you and need you more than ever.” Laura kissed me, deeply.

“And you’re going to see her again?”

“Yes. I’ve told her all about you.”

“I’d hope so.”

Laura settled from my lap to my side. “I took her to a movie for our first date. The other week. I kissed her goodnight. Remember I came home late?”

Like nine-thirty. I remembered. “We had sex then. In bed.”

“Yes. Of course, it was only one time. Until she thanked me the next day and I suggested lunch.” Laura yawned. “I’m tired.”

I was, too. I wanted to see more photos. Videos. Hear the stories. Laura had been galloping on some trail away from our marriage that I didn’t know existed. And now I felt like was running, plodding along and trying to catch up.

“Don’t try and figure it out,” said Laura. Her smile was mischievous. “I can’t.” She yawned and stretched.

Sherianna. I wondered what she thought of this. “Time for bed.”

“Yes, definitely,” Laura agreed.

There was so much to talk about. Our dinners were going to be filled with a twist I never saw coming. If we were going to ever be eating together.

Laura spoke up. “I’ll cook tomorrow night. A seafood boil.”

“Sounds good.” I patted her hips and figured I’d hear the whole progression. Dinner was going to be oddly exciting.

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