It's the thought that counts Prologue This story is a, stand alone, short story. It has no sex, no violence. It is in direct contrast to the thousands of"Loving Wives" stories I see, where the first thought a guy has after seeing his wife with another man is, how hard his own dick is.
I know there are many men out there who share in that fantasy, if not, in reality. But I believe there are many more who believe, as I, in the sanctity of marriage. This is a story just for them. I sincerely hope I get a lot of feed back from this and I hope you enjoy the story. Thanks, nakdsub It's the thought that counts It was about a week and a half after our 4th.
of July cook out. We have a nice, big yard in back so we put on quite a spread every year. We always invite the whole neighborhood, even if hot phoenix marie wants his hard shaft don't normally socialize with some of them during the rest of the year. As usual, everyone seemed to enjoy themselves and it was a great event. But that was several days ago now.
This was a nice, lazy Sunday afternoon. My wife, Cathy, and I had gone out earlier to do some shopping and had lunch at the mall. We had nothing more planned and I was looking forward to a relaxing day in front of the TV. That's, of course, when the door bell rang. I started to get up from my seat but Cathy was almost there already. I approached as she open the front door. I was a little surprised to see Harry Scott.
He and his wife Barbara was one of the couples at our cook out. We didn't associate with them much otherwise. I had heard rumors that they were members of a swinger's club in the city and I didn't much care for that so I just never really buddied up to them.
Cathy was all smiles and invited him in. I'm not unfriendly so I invited Harry to have a seat in the living room. Cathy, right way, asked if he would like a beer.
That was my first clue that something was going on. We never kept beer, or any liquor for that matter, in the house. If any of my friends were coming over for a few drinks, they always knew to bring it with them.
Either that or I would go to the store a few blocks down and buy some, but I never had it on hand.
He accepted and Cathy went into the kitchen and got one for Harry as well as one for me. Harry was already sitting in the chair kitty corner from the couch and I was sitting on the couch. I thanked Cathy for the beer and was, again surprise, when she sat next to me on the couch. Usually she is bored with, man talk, and will find something else to do.
She leaned forward and I could tell by her body language that she was anxious. Harry started to talk. "Jim, I'm sure you've heard all the rumors about Barbara and me." He smiled.
I was about to tell him I didn't judge, but he continued before I had a chance. "Well, they're true. Barbara and I are members of a swing club. We've been doing this since we were married and we love it. We love each other very much, but this gives us both a chance to experience sex with nikki rhodes and zoe britton lesbian adventures. It's always with the knowledge and consent of the other and gives our own sex life a real boost.
Hell, every time we come back from the club we fuck like rabbits for hours." "Harry," I had to interrupted him, I really didn't want to listen to this. I didn't care about his sex life and I didn't want him using language like that in front of my wife. I guess I was getting a little angry.
"I really don't care what you and your wife do. Was there another reason why you came over?" "Jim," Harry said, "now don't get angry. I can see it in your face and I'm not here to make you angry." "Harry, then just why are you here?" I asked.
"Well, Cathy approached us at the cook out and was asking some questions, that's all." I looked over to my wife in utter shock! She looked back at me with a, kind of, sheepish grin. We were both in our early thirties when we married. I had been a confirmed bachelor to that point. Cathy had been engaged once before meeting me, but her fiancé' broke it off when Cathy found out she could never have children. When I met her I fell head over heels.
I didn't care about children, I just wanted her. "Don't look so shocked, Jim," Harry was talking again. "A lot of married couples experience sex with others." I was really getting to like this guy less and less. "Jim," he continued, "don't you want to see Cathy happy?" I looked at her sitting beside me. So far she hadn't said a word. "You're not happy making love with me?" I asked her directly.
"Of course I am, honey. I love making love with you, it's just that…&hellip.well, it might be fun for both of us to have sex with some one else, just for a change, that's all.
Don't you see, it wouldn't be like making love, it would just be having sex." Harry interjected again, "Jim, think of this way, if Cathy loved to dance a variety of different dances and you only knew one of those dances, wouldn't you want to see her enjoying herself dancing with other guys who knew the other dances?" "No Harry, I wouldn't.
I would expect Cathy to teach me the other dances so we could enjoy doing them with each other." Harry looked at Cathy and I saw her scrunch up her face a little expressing her disappointment.
"Oh well, said Harry looking in her direction, "we tried." He smiled and stood up from the chair. "No hard feelings there old pal," he said as he stuck out his hand for me to shake. I ignored the hand. "I'll show you to the door," I said and I walked between him and my wife. I practically hit him in the ass with the door as he left. I turned and walked back into the living room where my wife was still standing. "You didn't have to be so rude to him," she said, "I asked him to talk to you." "How long have you had these fantasies about sleeping with other guys?" I asked.
Then I interjected, "They are just fantasies aren't they, you haven't really slept with anyone?" "Of course not," she said. "I would never do candy samples and uschi digard big breast orgy, you have to know that. That's why I had him come over.
I thought someone with experience might be able to explain it better, that's all. Look, I'm sorry, just forget the whole thing. I just thought it might be fun, that's all. You watch your golf on TV and I'm going to make dinner." She turned and walked into the kitchen. I did not sit back down on the couch and act as if nothing had just happened.
Instead, I went up stairs and started to pack. I had a suit case and a garment bag pretty well loaded by the time Cathy realized I wasn't watching TV and came up stairs to see what I was doing. I had the garment bag laying across the bed and was just closing the suitcase when she walked into the bedroom. I saw both shock and terror on her face as she saw me.
"What are you doing?" There was pure panic in her voice as she spoke. "I'm going to make it easy for you to have sex with as many guys as you want," I said. I could see the tears in her eyes already. "Oh honey, don't be crazy, I never cheated on you or anything, never, never once.
I love you. I promise to never say anything again about having sex with anyone else. I exploited teens man milk cookies and tiny you, honey. Please, please don't do this." "Honey, in seven years of marriage, I can truthfully say, I have never, even thought of have sex with another woman. You know why? Because I took our marriage vows seriously. Because when I said, "I do" I made a commitment to you, to love, honor, and cherish until death do us part.
I believe in that commitment honey, I thought that you did too, but how can you honor your husband by diminishing the ultimate expression of his love for you, to simple sex? How can you cherish the intimacy that should only be experienced between a man and wife, by being so willing to share that intimacy with strangers?
I love you honey, with all my heart. I probably always will. And I know that you love me, but I demand the whole package, honey. It has to be more than the love, it has to be honor and the cherish as well. We lost that today, or at least, I did." "But honey," she said between sobs, "I never did anything, I've never been with another man since we've been married." "I know that, honey. And I appreciate that, I really do. But sometimes it's not the act, but the thought that counts." "For now I'll take a room at the, "Y".
I'll contact our attorney tomorrow morning and get the divorce proceedings rolling. I want you to half of everything, honey and I do want to see you happy. I hope that some day you find a man to whom you can make that total commitment. Remember honey, love is great, but with out honor and cherish as well, there is no hope." I turned and walked out leaving her sprawled across the bed crying. I hope to get lots of feedback from this story and I hope you liked it.